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If Maya noticed it, I'd lose all my dignity. To make matters worse, when she tried to get up, her palm pressed directly on my crotch to push herself up. The pressure from her palm made my blood rush instantly, and I couldn't help but let out a groan. Seeing this, Leon quickly asked, "Are you okay, Connor? Did my daughter hurt you?" I shook my head. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Next time, don't let your daughter drink so much."

Lily lay so still against the crisp white sheets, her small chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. I moved to her bedside on silent feet, not wanting to disturb the precious rest she so desperately needed. My fingers trembled as I reached out to brush a stray curl from her forehead, her skin was so cool beneath my touch. *What a pity soul,* I thought, the words catching in my throat like a sob. I don't want to lose my daughter. I don't want her to suffer. I don't want her to die. And Marcus, where was Marcus when our daughter needed him most? The thought brought a fresh wave of anger, hot and sharp. While I sat vigil beside our dying child, he was probably somewhere else which I

"Your grief is a premium asset. That moment when you looked at your parents and didn't recognize them? That’s going to be the climax of the first season. We’re thinking of calling it *The Daughter of Deletion*." I looked at my parents. They were standing by the minivan, their faces pale as they watched the holographic trailer of their daughter’s suffering. My mother was clutching her locket, her knuckles white. She looked at me, and I saw the horror in her eyes—not horror at the man in the suit, but horror at the fact that I was the "star" of this monstrosity. "You’re not people to him," Silas hissed, his obsidian form expanding, his blades sliding out of his wrists with a metallic *shink*.

Someone… our daughter, my man and my family… no No more revenge…

My mother cries. "Are you crazy? After all you have done? I never want to see you again. I never want to see father again. You sold me for a couple of dollars. You make a big mistake if you think I will ever help you. Mother, I am no longer your daughter. I do not want you to contact me, and I want nothing to do with you. I don't want to be associated with murderers. I am happy now. I will look after my child. And Jake will pay in court. If you think so, I will ask them for money to help you. You are making a big mistake. I will never go to them. I don't want to see Jake or his parents ever again. Like, I don't want to see you or dad ever again. Forget about me. Forget that you have a daught

I start screaming at him and matter get more worst me:- how can you are so blind in money. you can't even see your own daughter death. how can you be so clod hearted father:- you give you right to say that to me. do you how many important meeting I have to attend. you don't have to care about my daughter. it's none of your business me :- if that day I run away somewhere so far from you. maybe she was alive right now. but you treat her as your money making doll. have you ever seen this world. maybe you don't have time to waste

"Your daughter like this movie, one of the reasons why I d******d-- hey? Elyse are you listening?" Brave is the title of what we are watching now, this is one of my son’s favorite movies. It's fun to know that he downloaded it for my son? Did I think for me? Her trouble! "What's the problem? There's ... there's dirt on my face? You've been staring at me before." I blinked, I raised one hand and touched its cheek then I pinched it. "You're not really a dream." "Why did you think that?" He asked and I scratched my shoulder.

The look on my father's face went from bad to worse. “What exactly are you trying to say, Matteo?” He kept his voice low. “Our families have known each other for years. So my daughter is not good enough for you?” Matteo fixed his cufflinks. “Mr. Montgomery, I do not want your younger daughter. Not at all.”

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.

Just before the new school term started, my daughter's parent group chat, which had been quiet for ages, suddenly announced that the first parent-teacher meeting of the semester would be held that night. The rule was: both parents had to attend. A long string of "Got it" followed. I was about to reply when I noticed someone had beaten me to it. A guy with a family photo as his profile picture sent a voice message. "I'm Emma Sullivan's dad. We'll be there!" I froze. I clicked into the member list and checked repeatedly. My daughter's name was Emma Sullivan. He said he was Emma's dad. Then who the hell was I? I immediately called my wife. Before I could say a word, I heard her cheerful v