I Was Born As The Second Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

I gave birth to her alone, and it was the happiest moment of my life. However, happiness was short-lived as my daughter fell ill when she was two years old. I remember being at the hospital with Mia, my best friend, and my daughter. We were all terrified, watching as she fought for her life. Eventually, she succumbed to her illness, and my world came crashing down. I remember feeling like I had lost a part of myself that could never be replaced.

All I ever knew of her came from stories. My father used to say I looked just like her—that she was gentle, soft-spoken, and the kindest soul he ever met. After her death, friends and family urged Dad to remarry. They said a little girl needed a mother. Two years later, he did. And with that marriage came my stepmother, Anna, and eventually, the twins—Sierra and Zayden. They were born five years after the wedding, which made them fourteen now. To be honest, Anna wasn’t the wicked stepmother fairytales warned me about.

By the age of eleven, I finally knew everything. From the start, my parents wanted to have a son since they were always blessed with three daughters. The fourth try unfortunately didn’t work out. I was devastated when I learned that they tried to abort me. My second older sister, Sky, managed to convince them not to. But then I was born with a heart disease. Everything went downhill for me because of that.

“A what, Audrey?” “Whore,” I whispered. “It’s something I can’t ever accept. Him, insulting the only person who accepted him wholly and raised his children from another woman as her own. My father had two wives first before Mom, but Samuel and Anton are from the same mother. His second wife.” “And you thought maybe you’re not his biological daughter?” I nodded. “Somehow, but I don’t know. Maybe I was only delusional, wanting to run away from him.”

I'll handle it properly. Just a wall away. My husband, who professed his love and pity for me, was now gently reassuring his mistress. "Alright, go to sleep. I'll come see you early tomorrow morning, okay?" Wynn's voice, filled with helplessness and indulgence, trickled into my ears one after another. "You really can't bear to have me out of your sight for even a moment." He had said similar words to me before. My mother, a government employee with old-fashioned conservative values. When I was born, she had hoped for a son, believing it would win back the heart with my father, who often strayed. However, things didn't turn out as she had expected: I was her second daughter.

None of it rang a bell; something entirely different had happened. “You are Trivia, the daughter of Alpha Clark and Luna Tessa. In a week, your twenty-fourth birthday is coming up. You were born on May sixth. Does it ring a bell?” He added in again, and that had struck a nerve!I ran with my hand into my hair again. In my world, I was clocking twenty-four, but then I was born on July fourteenth.”

Their affection made it effortless to love her in return. The other woman I named my second daughter after was none other than my mother, Bella. Despite the challenges and strife between us, she was the one who carried me in her womb for nine months and brought me into this world. That fact alone was reason enough for me to still hold love for her, despite all I endured at her hands.

My father was just a simple servant, I was literally an accident from a night of passion. It was supposed to be a one night stand but if it happened, I would have been aborted. I was born after being mistaken for the Alpha's child. Little did they know I wasn't, until the day of my second birthday. I was a healthy baby girl who was nourished with only the finest and highest quality food. On the day of my second birthday, everything changed, the once joyful life was like a dream. I was harshly woken to reality. "A daughter of a servant living like a princess" I was mocked everyday. I wished to die, but death never came. With time I grew numb to the torture and insults, waiting for the day I'l

Then, suddenly, there was a cry. “It’s a girl,” Dr. Evelyn announced, holding up a tiny, wriggling form covered in blood and goo. A girl. My daughter. Maria. They cleaned her quickly and placed her on my chest for just a moment before taking her away to make room for the second baby. I barely had time to catch my breath before the contractions started again. “Okay. Here we go,” Dr. Evelyn said. “One more time, Ella.” The second birth was faster. Within minutes, another cry filled the room.

I can’t help but chuckle as I scoop flour into the wooden bowl. Gretta is the bastard daughter of my father, born two days after I was born to his wife. My mother died the same day that I was born. Grandmother told me that she had to wait for him to come home to tell him that his wife was dead. It had been an arranged marriage, and my parents did not love each other. At least one of them had been faithful, it had not been my father.