Novel & Cerita I Thought I Was The Real Daughter Novel

“Elena, if that’s true, then you were never their daughter. Not even in the way they pretended. You were a prop.” The word landed hard. I had been sitting with the idea for less than ten minutes and already it had changed the texture of twelve years of memory. Every birthday. Every family portrait. Every moment I had spent trying to earn a place in a house that had only ever needed me to occupy space. A prop. “Drive,” I said quietly. “I need to think and I can’t do it sitting still.” Clara pulled out without another word. We drove for a while without direction, Clara navigating loosely through Hartford streets while I sat with my hands folded in my lap and worked through the architecture of

My real name was Amberly Lynne and I was the daughter of a beta, a traitor and a dead woman. My fingers tightened around the pen resting on my notebook and I could feel the lecturer's disgusting eyes on me. “I wasn't…,” “Oh, you weren't?” He cut in, raising a brow. “Because from where I stand, you seemed quite comfortable with your eyes closed.” Maybe because I could still see my mother's body on the ground.

♡VIRANICA POV♡ I thought to end my life after knowing that I'm the daughter of the person who stolen my prince smile for me he is everything but the person called my dad took everything from my prince still my prince loved me still now whatever I seen is a lie I'm the daughter of a cruel man mom is not my real mom I'm her adopted daughter but why mom never said this to me ¤FLASHBACK¤ I'm waiting for prince to speak then only my mobile vibrated

"...Emma, you are our family’s real offspring. You are your father's real daughter. Things like that.” The world seemed to tilt. My heart stopped for a moment before slamming painfully against my ribs, each beat sending shockwaves of pain through my chest. Real daughter? *Real* daughter? The words echoed in my head, twisting my thoughts until they were nothing but jagged fragments. I bit down hard on my lip, trying to stop the tears that had already begun to form. My hands trembled uncontrollably. Suddenly, there was a loud slap against the closet, the noise startling me so much that I almost cried out.

Amelia answered, her voice gradually becoming stronger and not as scared as she was previously. I snorted, “Is that it? Do you think everyone here is stupid?” I stood up, “I came here thinking I was going to see something fun but it seems all the fun has finished.” I glanced at Amelia and Nora. It became glaring because the more I stared at them, the more I saw the resemblance. So it could be just as Amelia said; Nora is the family's real daughter and I am just an outsider. However, I needed a way to prove it.

“My Mamma isn’t dead! You have no right to say that she is!” The living room fell silent for a moment. Donna Moretti hesitated before looking at Father. “Don Vitale… this is…?” Father’s face looked as cold and hard as iron, his voice completely emotionless as he said, “A servant’s child.” My entire body froze. It was true that he had already announced to the outside world that Bianca was his only daughter. At school, Bianca had always told everyone that I was the daughter of a servant, too.

Then, I pulled her into my embrace. She rubbed her head in my arms, looked up, and said with a little expectation, “To be honest, I also hope that I am not his biological daughter. I used to read novels in which the female lead had a very bad family. And it turned out that she was not a biological member of that family. Usually the female lead's real identity was particularly awesome with an extraordinary biological father. Tell me, if I were not his biological daughter, what kind of awesome person would my father be?” I thought for a while reached out to touch her forehead and quietly said, “There is no fever. That means you are thinking too much. We can’t think too much.”

Alpha Callen looks confused. “I’m the gamma’s daughter. I don’t live in the packhouse. That is only for the alpha, beta, and their families,” I remind him and he nods looking as if he is just now realizing he was messing around with a gamma, not a beta or alpha female. At that, I rolled my eyes again and turned to walk towards my house. “Your eyes are going to be stuck like that if you keep it up.” He growl-shouts in my direction. “I’d like to see them do that!” I laugh hollering my retort back towards him, not bothering to look back.

The only feature she didn't get from her was her eyes. I knew I have seen those pair of eyes somewhere, but it wasn't important. In years to come, she would only acknowledge me as her father. She is my daughter now. She would never get to know who her real father is because he wasn't important at all. She is Nova Russo, and no one was going to change that. My daughter was going to become whatever she chooses. I won't let her go through the same hell I went through as a child.

At least say something,’ I close my eyes as I try to regulate my breath. Even though I wasn’t making use of my mouth, the mind-link worked as if I was doing so. He remained composed despite the way I was talking to him, making me more infuriated. Then I tell him, ‘I thought I was supposed to be something like your daughter. Isn’t that what you made me believe after taking me in?’ ‘And you still are like a daughter to me—’ I cut him off. ‘I doubt that. Because I’m sure my real father wouldn’t send me to this place to dig my own grave. Never!’