I Was Born As The Second Daughter Novels & Stories

But pray and behold, after fifteen hours of labor pains and an emergency c-section later, on July 15th Jocelyn May Evans the second was born. I was a mother and for the first time in years I didn't feel lost, I didn't feel unwanted, I wasn't alone anymore. I was the mother of a healthy baby girl. It was then that I decided that the only goal I would ever have was to be the best mother I could be and lord did I try.

Liana I could feel my hands shaking at this rate, the papers and pictures on my hands felt from the feeble touch that held it. I couldn't feel my body anymore, suddenly the gown I wore became tighter and way more breath choking for me. I'm the illegitimate daughter of the Moreno family.I was born by some poor woman and as a result of mistakes,I was never put into thoughts. This must be a lie, this must be some fucking prank dad or anyone is playing at me.

The one who’d believed in me, even when my Mom hadn’t. Being the second child of my family had come with a lot of responsibilities, especially because my parents had me ten years after my elder brother, Isaiah, was born. So I was like their baby, whom they subconsciously wanted to control the course of his life. Dad was a criminal defense attorney, just like I am. Though I had never wanted to follow his footpaths, until his eventual death.

She asked curiously and I can feel the hesitation in her voice. I replied smiling at her," Well, my birth mother and my mother were sisters. I was just 7 years old when in an accident I lost my birth mother. My father was very broken at that time so was I. We needed someone's comfort which we got from my aunt and that's when my father married my aunt. And, she became my mother." " Oh," She said and continued looking at the lehengas. I heard her bubbling something but couldn't hear properly whatever she was saying.

” She winked. I couldn’t help but gasp. “So I’m literally your daughter, I’m a demigod or something?” “Not quite, you are not a deity and you are not my offspring. You were given a second chance, you were reborn with a special ability.” “Healing of the aching souls.” I whispered.

He almost looked like Cesarevich Dimitri. "He's my son," she explained. She then displayed the little baby cradled in her arms. It was a girl, and her eyes were closed as she slept soundlessly. "This is my daughter, Zoya. I gave birth to her four months ago." My stepsisters and I cooed at Zoya while Father and Rhea gazed at her sweetly. She seemed as if she were a fragile doll.

I have found that truth 9 years back from now and that's why I'm not interested to stay in this home. The fact is that she is not my birth mom and she is happy with my father, my elder sister Olivia her daughter. Until I have brought into this home when I'm 2 years old. I don't know who is my birth mom but my father is Anderson. As she said I'm a child born out of wed lock. A illegitimate one. All I know is My father forced my step mom to take care of me and announced me as their second daughter to the world and she is totally upset by my father and me.

So I continue. “My parents were not really nice to me. I was the second child. The child they didn’t want.” I say softly and I can feel myself slowly going back to my childhood. “A mistake,” I say with a small laugh. “You know I actually overheard them talking and calling me a mistake.” Ronan squeezes my hands softly and scoots closer to me. “Aria..”

I wasn’t the same woman who had been dragged across the floor, crying for mercy. I was the Moon’s daughter. And I had just been reborn.