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he shouted and I couldn't stop myself from punching him. Brianna intervened to stop us. I took a deep breath to calm myself and decided to tell Brianna all the truth. "He's not our sister because Dad isn't our real father!",I said emphatically. They were obviously surprised by what I said and shaken because they could not accept what they heard from me. “No! What are you saying?! I am his daughter, we are his child "Brianna said emphatically. "I'm telling the truth, Brianna.Veronica is his only real daughter," I insisted.

I got that aura from the Marquess, he thinks he is untouchable, especiall** now that I'm engaged to his daughter. "I told my father about it, He's needs to know, also Lady Nyx is his half daughter. That's why he treats her the way he does." Thorn said with disgust. I could understand his anger. Just hearing those words made my stomach turn. How could a man be so cruel. "Who's her real mother then?" I questioned out loud, recieving a shrug from Thorn.

Sophie Pov "My daughter? You actually think you are my daughter? Ask your whore of a mother where she got you from, because you are not my daughter!" Dad yelled. And just like that everywhere was quiet, no sound could be heard it looked like a bomb was dropped, well technically a bomb was dropped, At least this should be interesting at least I am my father's daughter, the real Lee but she is the real bastard because she is not a Lee. I relaxed on my chair and took my drink, sipping it. I guess it is fun for these horrible two to be under the bus.

She and my father relying on me because they knew I can make their dream happened. And that is meeting their real daughter… Suddenly a little bit of pain embrace me. I wanted to be selfish. Have my parents all by myself without any other child around, I want them to focus their attention to me… like we use to be… "What chapter are you in?" My mom asked. "Nothing yet. I just started the book." "I see, that's a great book and a movie. I love how the author put conflicts in each chapter, how she made the protagonist suffer but the part I love the most. Is the part when he find out who he really was…"

“Of course, I am. What kind of weird question is that?” Perrin chuckled, but it wasn’t the friendly kind. It was the kind that made my stomach feel funny. “You don’t have to keep up the act, sweetheart. I already had people dig into your background. And guess what? I found the truth.” My mouth went dry again. Oh, hell. “S-So what?” The words barely stumbled out. “So, your father’s real first daughter is your sister, not you,” he said casually, like he wasn’t just dropping a nuclear bomb on my life.

My people were nightcrawlers. A man approached — red belt straps across his chest, shirtless, a living statue. “Rick,” I whispered, teasing his ear. He grinned. “Welcome home, Miss Grey.” He led me upstairs. Blood-red walls welcomed me back. My sexy bunny costume waited, draped like a trophy. I had a show tonight. Dirty Thoughts by Chloe Adams echoed in my room. They called me a hostess. But in this world, I was royalty — the only daughter of Alice and Dominic Grey. Legends of deviance.

If trading my life meant she could live, I would jump out of the window without a second thought. From the twenty-seventh floor, there would be no chance of survival. I sank my teeth into the back of my hand to stop myself from screaming. However, the killer on the other end of the line had noticed me. “This stupid witch has been on the phone the whole time!” It was a voice I had never heard before. It was the voice of a woman! The realization hit me like ice water and made it hard to breathe. My heart was racing. Two people had killed my daughter!

I shook my head. “You think Mar—Lilah,” I corrected myself, the name tasting like poison on my tongue, “stole your daughter... and that daughter was... me?” I said the words out loud, and just hearing them resonate in the quiet study made me cringe. It sounded like the plot of one of the tawdry romance novels I read on W*****d. I turned around, the movement sudden and defensive. I placed my hands on the edge of the heavy desk, leaning forward until I was nearly eye-to-eye with the man who claimed to be my father.

Mark said, “what do you want to do about… You know, being Richard Cuban's daughter.” I shrugged because while I had thought about it a lot in the past few days, it still hadn't sunk in for me. To a large extent, I felt like I was still Susun Rivers, an ordinary college graduate with a toxic mother. It felt surreal that my reality was different. “I don't know, Mark,” I said softly, “I mean… I already apologised for causing you harm by telling everyone Richard was my father. How do I come back and say that I am in fact Richard's daughter after all that?”

I sat very still and let it move through me the way truth moves through a body that has spent weeks bracing for something and finally, finally, receives it. Ziva had been his daughter the whole time. Not Jace's. She really wasn't Jace's. Every single thing that had happened — the demand for her bone marrow, Irene's cruelty, the years of being looked through, the neglect, the surgery, the cab home, the slow decline, the morgue — all of it had happened to a child who was not biologically connected to any of the people who had decided her worth. She had been Brett's daughter. The man whose name I had carried for eight years without ever fully understanding why.