Novel & Cerita Is There Anything As Undoing As A Daughter

Ivan added. “So you mean she could turn our operations against us without even touching a ledger? Interesting.” Same thing I thought. “So what’s your point?” “My point is, she is very useful, alive of course.” “With the knowledge she has from her father's business, that's a catch.” “She knows nothing,” I said and they both looked at me. “She’s not part of his operations.” Brad arched a brow. “Every daughter knows something. Even if she doesn’t realize it.”

The young lord jolted, and having come to his senses, turned on his heels and began running towards the end of the alley. ‘Even in this life, you’ll abandon me when I’m no longer useful to you.’ ‘In one way or another, he’ll find his way back.’ Sylvia chuckled. ‘This is better.’ This must be the outcome of changing how the events unfolded from her first life. Because of her interference, the future had changed to her disadvantage. She didn’t even have the time to laugh at herself. Uno was the first to reach where she stood. His fist came to her cheek without mercy, throwing her a few paces to the side.

A bond that had been there all along and no one could extinguish. And blazing, unstoppable love. Her daughter was back. Now they had to keep it that way. She had lost her once and no force on earth would ever take her away again.

Meanwhile, the floating comments above my head scrolled wildly across my vision. [The real daughter prepared a maid outfit as a reward for the male lead. She's already waiting for him at the hotel!] [Damn, sneaking a taste of forbidden fruit right after graduation? That's wild.] [Supporting female character, don't throw away your future for a man. Your life belongs to you. Don't become part of their little game.] I quietly exited the application page. Then I changed my university choices. Because to me, my future mattered far more than any man.

The resolve in my eyes made panic flicker across Mom’s face, but for the sake of pride, she didn’t try to stop me. I walked out, face streaked with blood, and slammed the door behind me. As I went down the stairs, I canceled the automatic transfer from my salary account. Since she no longer had a daughter like me, my money shouldn’t go to strangers. At the bottom of the building, I pulled out my phone and called my best friend at the Department of Education, Mira Solis. "Bestie, don’t worry about Suri’s school anymore. From now on, anything related to the Voss family or Suri has nothing to do with me. I’m not getting involved."

"Oh, that's right. Mary left this in the bus yesterday. I wanted to return it to her today." I stared at the hair clip. It was the same one that I had clipped into her hair yesterday morning. Why? Why did everyone say that I didn't have a daughter? Why didn't Marilyn's records exist even in the police database? "Are you alright, Mrs. Lopez?" Oliver asked, looking at me worriedly. I shook my head. My mind was a mess. Just then, I recalled something important. "Oliver, your father…" Oliver's eyes dimmed. "He passed away a year ago," he murmured.

The girl’s soft, joyful voice rang out: "Mommy, did you really agree to let Uncle Julian stay in our house? Yay! Maddy won't have to worry about bad people bullying us anymore!" The child’s excitement was heartbreaking to the onlookers, highlighting her desperate desire for a protector—any father figure at all. The crowd’s sympathy shifted entirely to Sarah and her daughter, fueling their growing contempt for the "scumbag" Arthur who had abandoned them. Sarah, seeing her daughter’s hope, couldn't bring herself to crush it. Julian had won Maddy’s heart in a few days, and in those same few days, the girl had already begun to erase her biological father from her life.

She’s done for. Maybe I had. But madness? Hell, it’s a weapon. Clears away all the useless stuff... fear, hesitation, mercy. I’d use it. I slipped into Dad’s abandoned command tent. Still smelled like him, woodsmoke, iron, cedar. On the desk? A half-written letter, my name on it. Daughter, it said. You’ve gone too far. Dominic Vale wasn’t your enemy. He was your fate. I ripped it up before I finished reading.

Her eyes were full of stern resolve and motherly love. “Listen to me. You will not fight this war alone. I am here now. I am alive. I will not let you lose your childhood for revenge.” She paused, then added gently, “And your father… I believe he was manipulated before. If he ever shows those signs again, I will stop him myself. I promise you.” Shaina pulled her daughter back into her arms and held her for a long time. They stayed in the room all day, crying, talking, and healing together. Mother and daughter finally processing the heavy truth.

"What else do you need to do before you can destroy my life? Before you can let me be, what?" "my daughter." "Your what?" Amelia scoffed coming closer to her mother. "is it the daughter you and father disowned? The daughter you and father made dead to the world? is it the daughter you couldn't defend considering the fact you.." she pointed at her mother? "...carried her for nine good months? Is it the daughter that when everyone called her names, you couldn't do anything to shun them but you also just them to mock her? is it that daughter?" Amelia asked shaking her head. "I doubt it."