I Thought I Was The Real Daughter Novel の小説・ストーリー

DAPHNE The alarm clock rang noisily, and I quickly opened my eyes. My pillow was soaked with sweat, and I was panting heavily. So it was just a nightmare. It looked so real. Then, I thought of the ring I saw in the strange man’s fingers. He even called me his daughter. How is that possible? I know my father, and even if he’s a useless father, I still know that Edward Knight, Beta of Dark Iron Pack, is my father.

“I knew it. Ever since you found out I wasn’t your biological daughter, you’ve treated me differently!” “Sweetheart…” Helen slowly let go of my hand and stood up. “How can you say that? I still treat you like my daughter.” “You might say that,” Vanessa shot back, tears squeezing out of her eyes, “but compared to her, I already have no place in this family anymore.” She looked at my mom like she’d been deeply wronged. “I don’t want to make things hard for you. If someone has to leave… then I’ll go.” The wheels of the suitcase scraped loudly across the floor as Vanessa dragged it straight toward the front door.

"You... What are you talking about? How can I not be your daughter? That's impossible!" "In a way, yes and no." I took her hand. "I may not have brought you into this world, but from the moment I brought you home, I've loved you as my own. I stayed single, had no other kids, and poured myself into my business, all to give you the best life possible. I thought with enough love and money, you'd be happy. "I never thought that I'd fail to keep you safe regardless." Before the stark and brutal truth, Evelyn's eyes were a whirlwind of panic and confusion.

I was so focused on how I’ll be able to get my position as the father’s daughter that I did not notice how much time have passed since I came back from the future. If it is next week, then there’s only few months left before the murder of Sorren will happen. My memories of the days before the murder aren’t that clear. I had to try more to recall the details before the month of May comes. “We need to celebrate it, my daughter,” dad said. “Even though that your real birthday is on November, I am still glad to celebrate the birthday that Sorren gave you.” So my real birthday is November and not May. It is the day of the death, and not the spring.

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"

Yet because I hadn't bought it on the spot, she held it against me for days and went around telling all sorts of people, "Honestly, my mommy is so stingy. She's an Alpha, and she still can't afford to buy me things?" But the daughter before me now had not a trace of that pampered, willful child left in her. Her face was covered in wet streaks of tears, her little face pale with fright. One small hand reached desperately toward me, flailing. "Mommy, save me. Please save me." I turned and spoke to the caseworkers. "I never abused her. Every month, beyond her tuition, I paid for her extracurricular classes as well. As for the potions, she's a mixed-blood Omega; only a witch's potions could let

I was a little curious about how the real daughter was living her life and where she was. "She's fine. She's loving it there and she told us how much she has discovered herself and that she met someone there and she thinks she loves him. We're not surprised because it doesn't take long for that girl to fall in love. Her heart is a little whore." I chuckled. "She sounds like she's happy. I'm glad. It makes it a little easy for me to live here." "I'm sorry it's being a little hard for you right now." I shrugged nonchalantly. "Its fine. Its not your fault. And besides I'm used to my life being hard so this is actually not that bad although I do prefer my previous hardships over my current ones.

Pop my cherry daddy. Chapter 4. IGNAZIO’S Pov. My jaws clenched tightly as the thoughts of all that happened in the restroom clouded my mind. The lady that had her soft little mouth wrapped around my cock and drove me nuts was my late friend’s child? My daughter, the one I should be calling daughter and not kitten?

They’re shocked. “What… what exactly are you thinking about?” Helen managed, her voice higher than before. “What I’m thinking must be visible to you already,” I said. “Since you treated me like this. Since you sold me. Since you locked me away when I didn’t obey. No real parents would do that. You’ve never been real parents to me. So why should I be a real daughter to you?” George’s face reddened. “You’re ungrateful. Don’ push it too far.”

"What's taking so long? Is she pretending to sleep again?" She marched into the room and saw Dad frozen by the bedside, which instantly set her off. "She's definitely faking it! She just doesn't want us to buy a crib for Beau! Let's just ignore her and go... Beau's waiting." Dad did not move, staring at my body on the bed as his voice rose with emotion. "She's our child too." Mom shrieked. "She is not! Beau is my only child! She's the murderer who killed Beau!"