I Thought I Was The Real Daughter Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She is bouncing up and down with me while Hunter is shaking with laughter at our antics, I try my best to have an excited expression. Yet when she hugged me, I slightly sensed a presence that seemed in her. It was cold, malicious, and terrifying. I felt it whisper to my mind calling me daughter. I felt like I heard a voice whisper. “Your time is soon my daughter.” I ignore it and do not show any sign of a reaction as we step forward together. "Let us go out to dinner!" Hunter says and I am so excited. I take all of my bags straight to my room where I will sort everything out later.

He didn’t know how should he persuade her. Suddenly, he looked at the little girl’s face after hearing the sounds of her sobbing. With the light of fire, he could see tears were rolling down her eyes ceaselessly. “They said my father has betrayed our country. They said my father is a traitor” She continued sobbing. “They killed my mother, my unborn brother, they killed Xin er. They thought she was me because she was wearing my clothes” Yin Yue was crying her eyes out. “I do not want to live too”

I slapped myself and cried out again, "Dad!" At that moment, my father was shirtless, a blanket barely covering his lower body. Hearing my words, he panicked, hurriedly wrapping a towel around himself. "What's going on?" he asked, frantically covering every inch of exposed skin. Kneeling, I bowed my head low. "Dad! I'm your real daughter!" The shock of the truth nearly made my father faint. He started hitting his head, muttering to himself, "I almost did something terrible! I may be a pervert, but I'm not a monster!"

“Who the fuck knew that Emerald Moon had a real daughter?” “Real daughter?” Charlie repeats, his gray eyes filling with interest. “What do you mean, a real daughter? Are you saying that brat Anastasia isn’t the real daughter?” “That’s exactly what I’m saying,” I sigh, grabbing another drink. “And what’s worse, the real daughter is her!”

“She promised you everything, called you her daughter, trained you, gave you a future. And still… she never stopped wanting her real child.” Tears slid down my cheeks, but I wiped them away roughly. “No,” I hissed. “I won’t be discarded. Not again. Not like when my parents left me to starve. Not like when everyone called me a thief. I will not go back to nothing.” The room spun around me as a terrible thought entered my mind. It was dark. Heavy. But it lingered, refusing to leave. If Veronica is gone… then no daughter will matter. The thought stayed with me through the night. I didn’t sleep.

As their hands touched, the crowd that surrounded us screamed, applauded, cheered. I stood there, acting as though I were smiling, acting as though I were happy. My heart was racing with disbelief, guilt and what can be described as fear. Since the man before my daughter, the soon to be Alpha, the pride of the pack, was the same man who had touched me in the dark just a few hours before. I swallowed, my lips closed together, and i whispered to myself. “My one-night stand,” I said to myself, “will be the future Alpha... and the mate of my daughter?”

SYLVARA POV “…daughter?” The word didn’t feel real. It echoed in my head like a bad loud noise that wouldn’t fade away. Did he just say daughter… that couldn’t.. it can’t be true. My fingers curled slowly at my sides. “No…” I whispered. My voice sounded low and weak. Nothing like the man who had just stood in that hall and killed without hesitation. “This is a lie.” It had to be. It had to be. But the moment I said it…

If she would taste as bland as she was portrayed or if maybe she’d have a hidden sweetness. My gaze dropped again, and I scanned her torn up servant’s dress with a frown, snapping me out of my thoughts before I got impulsive. She may have been illegitimate daughter of an Alpha, but she was still the daughter of an alpha. She should have been treated better than this. I wondered how she would look in normal clothes. The thought had me fighting back images of a girl who was not sitting on my lap terrified, but of a future girl, who would be so stunning it was hard to even imagine, but I could see it now. She could be my future...

Rachael’s POV I didn’t move. Not immediately. I stayed there… pressed against the back of the closet… my hand still gripping the edge of the door like if I let go, everything would fall apart. Bella’s voice still echoed in my head. Light and playful “I’m not his wife… I’m his daughter.” My chest tightened. The sound of the door closing replayed over and over again. Then silence. Real silence. The kind that settles slowly… heavily…

"Elisa, don't worry. It's just while Rita is recovering. We'll remarry once she's better. You know that I love you. After all this is over, I'll still be your husband and Ivana's Papa. We'll still be a family." Ivana… I snapped out of my daze. Right, Ivana Fulci was my daughter. I still had her. "Mamma," Ivana's voice rang out just in time. "Ivana—" I turned to her, about to pick her up, but she spoke with confusion in her eyes. "Mamma, Papa's doing this to help Zia Rita get better. Why don't you understand? Didn't you always tell me not to be selfish? Mamma, Zia Rita is such a good person. Don't you think what you're doing is selfish?"