I Thought I Was The Real Daughter Novel Novels & Stories

Giovanna and Daniel's daughter knows the truth. My own words echoed in the silence, a stark, mocking refrain. But now, in this echoing solitude, they sounded like the greatest lie of all. How could I be their daughter? What did that even mean? Daughterhood was memories. It was the smell of your mother's perfume, the sound of your father's laugh, lessons whispered at bedtime, a hand held during a storm. I had none of that. I had a grainy photograph of a sad-eyed stranger at a party and a photocopy of a newsprint. I had facts on a screen. I had a story of tragedy, not a treasury of love. I was a ghost claiming a legacy written in ashes, trying to warm myself by a fire that had been extinguishe

“I know.” “You were with your other daughter,” Ana finished, lowering her head again, swinging her legs gently. Lancer frowned. “What daughter? I don’t have—” “You don’t have to lie. I’m not angry about it. Just…” Ana left her seat, putting a distance between her and him. “I been thinking hard these days…” Lancer gulped, his heart racing in unease as he stared at those moving small lips. “Can you not be my dad anymore?”

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."

Nothing was ever the same again. But despite how clear the memory of that night was, I still wanted to deny the possibility that something as trivial as that had been the cause of all this. So, I told myself that they were lying when they implied I was the daughter of that she-wolf they called Terra and I told myself that these claws… weren’t mine. I wanted to think of all this as a dream, I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut and reopen them to see Kasan’s sleeping face across from me or even wake up to stare at the plain ceiling. But every rise and fall of my chest, every throb in my head, every tremble of my hands…told me that this was reality.

Grandfather’s eyes widened, his expression shifting from confusion to realization. Everyone must have thought that I was just using the identity of Miss Delacroix, after everything I said, they didn't expect me to be their actual daughter. “I always wondered why I felt out of place, why my mother treated me the way she did.” I continued, addressing the room, “When I was left for dead, I was found by a man who pieced together the truth. He helped me uncover my real identity, and when I learned who I was, I knew I would come back, not just to reclaim my life, but to take revenge on those who destroyed it.”

This was Isabella. Isabella Vicenzo. Daughter of the man who ordered the death of my parents. Daughter of the man I swore I’d destroy. So why the hell did I keep looking at her like I wanted to tear that dress off and bury myself in her? I felt weak. Stupid. Like a man forgetting who he was just because of a woman. I hated that. And still… I couldn’t stop the thoughts.

The rest of breakfast passed in brittle fragments—silver against porcelain, murmured orders to the staff, nothing human enough to fill the air. When it was over, I stood. “I need air.” No one stopped me. I left the dining room in a hurry. The hallway swallowed all sounds. Every step I took seemed to echo off marble and back into me. This was all new to me. How can a father betray his own daughter? How can he order to kill her? I always thought we only had each other after my mother’s death. I was wrong. There were always signs, but I always ignored them. I knew he was a heartless bastard, but not that heartless.

Like I wanted to read his mind, but he was Alpha Kade and there was no way that I would be able to read such a man. Even with my words, he remained calm, so calm that it was starting to send shivers down my spine. “Alpha! I think now is the time you say something” I spoke again. Since his silence was starting to suffocate me.1q “So you are the daughter of Alpha Aiden ?” He finally spoke after a long stretch of silence. “Yes I am” “You know I gave your father less credit than he deserved. He is indeed so intelligent to be able to pull this off”

I say softly, "because it never happened to you. You weren't there." Jackson sinks back onto the loveseat, his head in his hands. "This can't be real. This can't be happening." "It is happening," I say. "Our daughter was cloned. Replaced. And she's out there somewhere, the real Nora is out there. Someone has her."

Then a softer presence: the beta’s wife, unknown of my true identity saw me bloodied and broken, finding me near the river the next morning, cradling me as if she were giving me a second chance at life. She had taken me in, hidden me from the world and that was how I became their first daughter And… then the whispering truth hit me. She had conceived Karen not long after, giving birth to the girl who now hunted me—my mother’s murderer’s daughter, yet so intricately tied to the bloodline I had thought lost.