Is There Anything As Undoing As A Daughter Novels & Stories

“Calm down. I’m not projecting, Damien. I’m just trying to hear your story. There’s no judgment here.” I let my hands relax in my lap and exhaled slowly, willing the memories to surface without the anger that usually came with them. “It wasn’t easy,” I admitted quietly, the words tasting heavy. “My parents… they weren’t faithful. Cheated constantly. It was messy. And I had to protect my sister, Zinna, from their fights, from the chaos. It was exhausting. Every single day. Always shielding her. Always trying to keep the pieces from falling apart.”

When my mom answered my call, her voice trembled with emotion. “Carol, you finally called me! It’s been so many years since you’ve come home. How have you been? I heard you started a company—is it tiring…” I cut her off. “You should come pick up your daughter. She’s at the Kentridge Police Station.” “What?” I briefly explained the situation and was about to hang up when my mom burst into sobs. “Carol, you’re my real daughter. We’ve already disowned Leila. I don’t want to bring her back—I want to bring you home. Please, would you come home?”

Her left hand slowly caressed her belly. For a moment, I thought I had forgotten how to breathe. Another baby. Another replacement. Any smugness I may have felt only moments earlier was quickly replaced with a trio of turbulent feelings. Anger. Betrayal. Grief. “Ah, perhaps the goddess will bless you with your first daughter.” Remarked the Crown Princess. “I always wanted a daughter, your highness.” My mother remarked.

“The Miami project has been losing money for three months. I will go there and fix it.” In my past life, my father took the trust fund my mother left me, and all of it ended up in Seraphina's pocket. When things got bad, I asked her for fifty thousand dollars. She laughed and transferred thirty thousand with a note that said her sister loved her. I learned my lesson, and I refused to make the same mistake again.

He nodded. “She’s turning the board against me,” he said. “Through old allies and favours. She even threatens to expose the data theft if they don’t vote me out.” His fingers moved slowly through my hair. “But Elias… I failed him.” He said with a sad voice. I sat up. “How?” He hesitated. “After Claire died, our daughter. She was stillborn. Helena fell apart. I buried myself in work instead.” He tightened his jaw. “Elias was sixteen then. Angry.

“I’m too old to know about these trendy things.” Taylor hesitated a little before pulling out her phone. She tapped on something and passed her phone to me. “Have a look at this.” On her phone screen, Lydia and Ben were crying as they complained. The title was shocking. [An Evil Mother Abandoned Her Own Daughter And Left With All Her Money!] In the video, Lydia was tearing up as she sobbed. “My husband and I feel very pressured at work, and we still have to take care of both of our parents.

I yelled back, but my voice was shaking. Behind me, my daughter clutched my clothes tightly, her tiny body trembling with fear and shame. "Lying?" Director Lee sneered and gestured at my small, shabby apartment. "Ms. Sanders, don't push your luck. I'm here today to give you a piece of advice. Don’t let us see you near the school again, or..." She paused and shifted her gaze to my daughter, her smile turning icy. "We can’t guarantee that your daughter won’t accidentally fall down the stairs and get hurt."

Before he could finish, a terrifying purple light erupted from the baby girl’s body and enveloped him. James instantly felt a crushing pressure, and the discomfort was immense. The baby girl was about to unleash her fury. However, Thea hurriedly intervened, saying, “That’s your father. A daughter who beats her father is considered disobedient and infilial.”

I couldn't deny the truth; my body was taxed beyond my limits. “Estella!!!” Nick's voice resounded through the room. To my immense relief, my daughter responded, her voice weak but distinct, “Daddy, mummy.” I rushed to them, enveloping her in a hug. Despite her frailty, I felt an overwhelming surge of hope. She was her father's daughter after all, embodying his strength and resilience. “My dear daughter, I'm sorry I couldn't help you sooner.”

"My father's daughter. Me." "You." His hand closed around my arm, not hard, but firm. Unyielding. "You're the key, Luna. The last of the bloodline. The only one who can undo what your father did." He pulled me toward the door. "Now come. We don't have much time."