Novel & Cerita Im Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter Pdf

Callixta POV "Are you ready, my daughter?" Dad asked, walking inside my room. He smiled at me and walked towards my baby Grey Ace which sleeps peacefully in my soft bed. I am packing our things again to go back at the States, to run after that evil woman, Medly and her devil chaperones. "Oh, my little baby. How are you huh? Aww, look at your adorable face." Dad played to my baby while I'm still putting our personal belongings in the laggage.

The best gift she has ever received. “Okay! As long as Tito—” “It’s Daddy, Mom. Daddy Henrik!” Her daughter corrected her.. She was shaken by the mini-version in front of her now. It’s hard to argue with its awkwardness and toughness. She just nodded to end the conversation. Her daughter began to open the catalog as she was amazed and looked at her. She just smiled at it while Hera and Henrik just stared at the two of them with her daughter. “That’s your small version, oh. But your child is just beautiful and mestizo-mestiza look. Because you, ‘still don’t turn white. Do you eat charcoal, girl?”

My relationship has always been kept private. I was Andro Ympress’s perfect daughter. He had high expectations of me. And even if I accomplish something, it isn’t enough for him. I was fed up with trying to please my father and being perfect. I no longer feel like myself and instead, feel like a robot. I don’t have a choice.

I giggle when he picks me up carrying me out of the room. I’m Sage Khai Martinez, the youngest daughter of Jared Martinez. My dad is an imperious person, being the mayor of our town, and the only person who leads all of the clothing factories in our state gives him unlimited authority. He doesn’t like competition because he thinks he doesn’t have to put effort into something when he knows he is eventually going to win.

I answered in a low tone. " Nunca pedí nada de esto y dejé de llamarme tu hija. No me posees y nunca me poseerás. No soy tu hija Alejandro Martínez, nunca fui tu hija y nunca seré tu hija (I never asked for any of this and stop calling me your daughter. You don't own me and you will never own me. I am not your daughter Alejandro Martinez, I was never your daughter and I will never be your daughter)" I snapped with my voice raised as Miss Hae Soo tightened the wires around my wrists. " Eso es lo que piensas eh? (That's what you think huh?)"

"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."

“I remember that day… after the meeting with my father. You got mad at him so you transferred all that aggression onto me. Said some pretty cruel stuff.” She wipes her face, catching the tears before they fall. “You told me,” she continues, “you had someone younger than me. Hotter. Better looking. That you fucked her hard and fast. That it lasted long and it was good.” I close my eyes, take a deep breath, then exhale slowly through my nose. “Where are you going with this?” Her voice hardens now. “That girl in Mexico fits the description.” I scoff. “She’s not hotter than you.” I lie.

I growled, face mere inches from hers. I realized then that we weren't in a house but a moving train. Ximena's dangerous smile seeped into the cracks of my heart. "It must hurt your pride, knowing someone like me overpowered the most powerful don in the whole of Mexico City. I don’t think anyone has ever told you, but you are a fucking joke. The people who never tried to approach you just assumed that you were very powerful, when the truth is that you are a coward and a little boy who still wants his daddy’s love."

MIRELLA I’ve always tried to live a perfect life—just to please my father. Just the way he likes it. Being the daughter of the Prosecutor General isn’t as easy as people think. From the outside, it looks like luck—like I was born with a silver spoon, surrounded by luxury, untouched by struggle. But the truth is very different. I spent most of my childhood learning how to be perfect. Smiling when I was supposed to. Saying the right things. Playing the role of the happy daughter in a family that always looked flawless from the outside.

“What happened?” “Call... call Jerome,” I said as I held on to the edge of her table. “Bree... My daughter, where’s my daughter?” I opened my mouth wide to get air. I closed my eyes, imagining my daughter’s smile and laugh. It always worked before that I get better whenever I see her smile, but it hurts too much. Blake kissing Sadie, her body on top of him, her hands touching him was too much to bear. It was too painful.