روايات وقصص ضمن I Thought I Was The Real Daughter Novel

Astrid’s POV The moon hung high in the sky, its cold light spilling into the quiet room. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the open suitcase before me. My hands shook as I carefully folded my clothes, my mind a tangled mess of emotions I couldn’t untangle. I was my father’s legitimate daughter. The truth had unraveled everything I thought I knew about myself. For years, I’d believed I was nothing — a mistake, a stain on his perfect image.

my mother replied with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. My blood ran cold. "She's your biological daughter? What do you mean?" "You're just our adopted daughter. Sophia is our biological child. We've raised you all these years, which was already kind enough. You've been occupying Sophia's place for too long—it's time to give it back to her."

Meanwhile, the floating comments above my head scrolled wildly across my vision. [The real daughter prepared a maid outfit as a reward for the male lead. She's already waiting for him at the hotel!] [Damn, sneaking a taste of forbidden fruit right after graduation? That's wild.] [Supporting female character, don't throw away your future for a man. Your life belongs to you. Don't become part of their little game.] I quietly exited the application page. Then I changed my university choices. Because to me, my future mattered far more than any man.

The crowd of villagers parted and the man who was an Alpha glared at me, his lip curling up in hostility. “And who the fuck are you to tell an Alpha what to do, little wolf?” he growled. “I’m the Delta’s Daughter and I’m telling you now, unhand these villagers or this man will unleash my beast,” I said, pointing at Rhett who was gathering himself off the ground. That was always my answer when I was asked who I was. Not Alpha, not Queen, but the Delta’s Daughter. That was the name I had become known as throughout the werewolf kingdom and beyond: The Delta’s Daughter, a title that was fast becoming a legend.

I grinned like an idiot and took the stuffed flower bouquet from Elayne. "Thanks." Then I went quiet, eyes glued to my phone. Elayne slid her hand over the screen. "Don't look at that." I shook my head. "It's fine. I'm not mad." The camera zoomed in—Mom and some girl in the pic. Caption: [Valentine's Day with my daughter, Tia.] Elayne gave me that look—like she was trying to read my mind. I forced a smile. "I know her. Tia was in the bed next to Dad. She's an orphan. Got better thanks to donations.

I feel my heart shatter as my breath catches in my throat at the sudden realisation of what I've just been told. My mother was murdered, I was taken from her womb. They killed her because of me. Now I know why my father couldn't bring himself to raise me. "But.. how do you know I'm me? How can you be sure that I am her? If you weren't there when they took me, then you'd never even had the chance to even see me. How do you know that I'm your daughter?" I hurriedly ask the questions running through my mind, my whole body shaking as I hold back the tears staring at my father, waiting for some kind of explanation.

I shouted, the words escaping my lips before I could even fully process them. She chuckled, seemingly unfazed by my outburst. "Well, you are right. But since I'm too generous, I will tell you the truth about yourself. You are not my real daughter, Anna!" The weight of her revelation hit me like a punch to the gut. "W-What do you mean?" I stammered, my voice barely more than a whisper. Her smirk widened, the satisfaction in her expression palpable. "You are not my real daughter, Anna! I believe you are not deaf anymore! Well, when Donovan and Darlyn abused you, you became deaf and mute,” She laughed like it’s a very funny thing.

"Welcome back, sister. We've been waiting for you to wake up." Here, in this family with no shared blood, I felt a warmth I hadn't known in years. I slowly sat up, feeling the strength returning to my body. "Mom," my voice was calm and firm, "from this day forward, Alessia Moretti is dead." "I am your daughter." The moment the words left my lips, I felt a sense of release I had never known. The girl who humbled herself for her family, the woman tormented by poison, the daughter wronged by her loved ones. She was dead.

Summer got nervous as she saw Sarah's eyes reddening. She suddenly realized something. "You've found Sienna? Why won't she donate her bone marrow to me? Why?! How dare she? We're sisters! She must save me." She added, "You two as well! I'm your daughter. How could you not save me?" Summer wanted to live, so I could understand her maniacal reaction at that moment. After all, I was like that before I died. Yes, I finally remembered how I died. I remembered it all when I saw the photo of my killer at the police station.

“I thought I had done something wrong. I kept wondering whether I was overthinking. Did I give them the wrong address? Was I being hysterical? Was I… just not good enough to be her father? “I thought that if something happened to her, you’d blame me. Everyone would. Hell, I’d blame myself for being the reason that she was gone. “Then, maybe that would’ve made us split up. Maybe I’d live like an empty shell until someday I’d get an invitation to your wedding.” Her eyes widened in disbelief. “What invitation? Shawn, we never—” She tried to deny it, but I raised my hand to cut her off. “And I thought the groom would be Kai. “His voice would exactly be the same as the slow, drawling 911 operator