I Was Born As The Second Daughter Novels & Stories

I never thought father had other family apart from me and mother. He never mentioned anything while she was alive. Until after her death. A few months after her passing, he brought them in. That was seven years ago. I was 20. Marcus was a year older than me which meant Father had him before me. I didn't say much because it won't change anything. But Father knows how much that hurts me. My mother was the second woman. I was the second son.

I walked to where both my parents were and said to them: “Good morning, Your Majesties!” “Good morning, my dearest daughter,” my mother told me smiling a little bit. Of course, I was her dearest. I was their only child! After my birth, my parents tried to have more children, and in fact, my mother got pregnant two more times. My first brother was stillborn, my second sister was never born. I was a little girl, but I remember the suffering that these two tragedies brought to her, and her years of depression. After that, they gave up trying to have more children, and I was placed in this glass case. I was the untouchable girl, sometimes so untouchable that my father treated me like the heir to

Emma looks to me surprised, her brows pulling in at the centre of her face. Had she never realised? Or did she never look? Papa wanted a son, and there I, the second daughter, an unwanted spare, as many would put it. Usually, parents like mine would only have one child, typically a son to whom they would pass down their legacy. But our mother birthed two daughters, and one of those was not Papa's.

She drinks her milk while calming her heart . " They stole my mother's relic and gave it to my fifth sister . Well , I am the fourth daughter actually . My mother and the main wife gave birth in three days apart . She gave birth first then my mother. The day my mother gave birth to me , suddenly my father's biological youngest sister that is only twelve years old died and my grandmother and father hated me because of that incident ."

"They cursed you! Made you forget! But I found you! I finally found you!" "Ma'am, you're trespassing..." "SHE'S MY DAUGHTER! BORN MARCH FIFTEENTH EIGHTEEN YEARS AGO!" They hauled her through the door. Her screams echoed down the hallway, growing fainter. "My baby! My baby girl! Don't let them keep you! Don't let the witches..." The door slammed shut. Silence crashed down like a wave. I sat frozen, my arms still tingling where her fingers had gripped. My birthdate. My birthmark that nobody outside my family knew about.

She wanted to be chosen. “Then tell me the truth,” she said, and the charm in her palm pressed harder, as if it sensed she was about to walk into danger. “If I accept second wife, what happens to me when the heir is born? Does she rule? Does she command? Do I just… stand there and smile while my place shrinks until I can’t breathe?” Rowan’s silence stretched, and in it she heard the soft scrape of someone’s sandals far away, the distant echo of voices from the bonding grounds. No one was near enough to intervene. That made this moment feel privately lethal.

I swatted her away and held my arms out for her to help pull me up. “You don’t know it’s a girl” I grunted as Nat pulled me to my feet, “Babe, you’re the daughter of Selene, of course your first born will be a girl” she said with a chuckle, like it was obvious. I looked down at my swollen stomach, I could only just see the tips of my toes now. I rounded my hand over my bump and hummed.

3 years ago… Thunder, rain and pain so horrible, it makes me question my mother sanity of choosing to have so many kids, adding the fact that not only you have to give birth to two babes , that was the icing on the cake, but it was the reality of the situation and I could not escape it, I was giving birth to two kids and they were not even mine.

That pivotal day was when Charity arrived, cradling Rachel, the harbinger of a new chapter. As I reminisce about the eve of my twenty-second birthday, vivid memories resurface. The day began with a moving truck stationed outside our family estate, Charity standing steadfast, with a baby in her arms, who, unbeknownst to many, was my daughter. It was a day that marked a profound shift, defining the contours of my existence.

She asks me. “Sophie, I remember everything. I remember every smile, every frown, every annoyance, I remember it all. And I will remember this moment. The moment you changed me forever by making me a Dad,” I tell her as I see her face start to show pain. “You got this, Princess. Push.” Sophie grips my hand and starts to push. I’m pushing too, no idea why, it’s useless but still I’m pushing hard. Soon, the room is full of my daughter’s cries. My daughter. I have a daughter. I can’t believe it’s really true. The love of my life as given me the second most important woman in my life.