My Four Adopted Sons Betrayed My Daughter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Did you know my father? Did you know Darius Hayes? Did you work for him?" "Yes. I knew him. I worked with him. I did things for him. Terrible things. Unforgivable things." "On the adoption? On the kidnapping of my son? On the theft of my child? On the destruction of my family?" "I was told it was legal. I was told the mother had consented. I was told the baby was going to a better home. I was told it was the right thing to do. I was told it was for the best. I was told to trust him."

For the next two months, he transformed into the model husband. He cancelled all his business engagements and came home on time every day to eat with me. He ensured the doctors used the best medicine for my father and hired three gold-standard caregivers to watch over him in shifts. Thinking back on it now, it was all just to soothe me, to keep me distracted so I wouldn't investigate the truth behind my father's accident. Everything he did was to protect his adopted daughter, Lily. My heart filled with hatred. Three years ago, my father didn't agree to me marrying Damien—a single dad raising a child on his own.

Despite scoring 1580 on the SAT, the acceptance letter I received was from a community college. Mom glanced at it and smiled. "Both brothers going to the same school? You can look after each other. That's great." All the color drained from my face. "Mom, did you change my college application to a vocational college? With my score, I could've gotten into Bellwether University!" Mom turned her head and explained casually, "Do I not know you? Getting that score was pure luck. After all, you've never been as smart as your brother, even when you were little. "I'm only thinking of what's best for you. I was afraid you'd go to Bellwether University and get crushed by all those geniuses. You're

The year my daughter was born, I retired from the underworld and raised her myself. My daughter was innocent by nature, so I carefully chose four adopted sons and used the finest connections and resources at my disposal to train each of them into ruthless men who could stand on their own. I made them her most loyal protectors. For years, her four brothers kept her safe from every danger, and my daughter truly lived a peaceful and sheltered life. Until one day, I received a desperate call from my daughter, her voice trembling with tears. “Mom, please help me… They’ve cornered me in the company reseroom and they’re beating me…” When I arrived at the family corporation, my daughter was curled u

I came across a cage-fight livestream on the dark web. A girl was being forced to fight a vicious dog. Her clothes were torn, and her arms and legs were covered in blood. I couldn't bear to watch. I ordered the stream shut down. She looked about my daughter's age. Ten years earlier, when my daughter was born, I'd stepped back from everything to raise her. I handed the Lorenzi family's four most important operations to my four adopted sons. I'd raised every one of them myself. They were ruthless, capable, and each could hold his own. But with my daughter, all that toughness disappeared. If she so much as frowned, they'd spend ages coaxing a smile out of her. A second before the stream cut out

I am the Oracle, the High Priestess who connects the divine realm to the mortal world. My daughter, however, was born with only a trace of divine power, leaving her little different from an ordinary human. I brought four orphans back from the beastman world and raised them myself. I gave them only one condition: protect my daughter from harm. For years, her four brothers shielded her, leaving her free to be as willful as she liked. Then, on the day of her coming-of-age rite, her prayer reached me. "Mother, my brothers are going to sacrifice me so Daisy can receive the Goddess's protection." By the time I got there, my daughter was bound to the altar. My four sons were busy preparing the alta

Three years ago, I suffered severe complications during childbirth and lost our baby, leaving my husband crying outside the delivery room. For three years, Carter Reynolds doted on me with boundless devotion. Yet the progress bar for my Childbearing System remained stuck at 99 percent, leading me to believe I would never complete my mission. On the third anniversary of our baby's death, I went to the cemetery and later decided on a whim to take a walk along the beach to clear my head. That was when a little boy suddenly ran right into my legs. "Hey buddy, where are your parents?" I asked softly. He scrambled up, shoved my hand away, and took off running. I followed him, but the moment I

“How could I not? That bastard killed my first son.” His words landed like a stone, heavy with anger. Blue Moon Pack had been on a rampage—claiming territory, growing stronger. Now, they were here. My chest tightened as Adams turned to me. “You must be the Pack’s Beta,” he said, almost cautiously, his hand briefly resting on the shoulder of the boy beside him. “This is my son, Jared. He’s all I have left now.” Zane stepped forward, voice gentle. “I’m truly sorry for your loss. Let’s end this madness today.”

His words were soaked in sorrow and despair, filled with regret—as if all his anger and jealousy had now melted away into nothing but remorse. Ken Yimo struggled painfully to rise from the ground, blood and bruises marking his body. Yet, despite his injuries, he did not falter. He locked eyes with Fred, his face streaked with tears, and with a voice that was both low and firm, he said, “No matter what happens, you are still my adopted son. I will never abandon you.” His gaze was filled with tenderness and unwavering commitment, as though no matter the betrayal, he would always stand by Fred’s side.

The deep growl that leaves his mouth startles Iris, who was beginning to fall asleep. “What did I tell you about mentioning you, Ethan, and sex in the same fucking sentence?” I shake my head, still trying to grasp everything he’s told me. “Sorry” We are quiet for a while. Each of us lost in our own heads. I can’t believe I went through all that and still remained sane. I mean, damn! The father of my daughter is my real parents’ adopted son, and he tried to have me killed because he wanted to be the CEO of their company. That is CRAZY.