My Four Adopted Sons Betrayed My Daughter Novels & Stories

I had just reunited with my biological daughter when my husband and I had to fly overseas on a business trip. I was about to send my son his living expenses when a barrage of comments suddenly floated across my vision. [Don’t go! Your son’s girlfriend will come straight to your house and take over! She’ll pocket every cent you send him!] [Your two daughters will be abused so badly that they’ll be forced to eat tree bark with their bare hands, and they’ll think you allowed it!] [Both your adopted daughter and your biological daughter will come to hate you. Your son will manipulate them into helping him seize control of the company!] [In the end, your son will turn against his entire famil

I felt my heart stop. "He adopted her." Roman nodded. "When Sophia was three years old. He filed the paperwork. He made her legally his daughter, if Rebecca was good to you and stays as your mother." I stared at him. "Why?" Roman shook his head. "I don't know." I sat down and stared at the table. My father adopted Sophia on an agreement. He raised her. He loved her and she betrayed me. --- "She was never my sister," I whispered. Roman didn't speak. "She was never my family."

After my husband, Don of the Rizzo family, died in a shootout, I took over the family and wiped out the one that killed him. To groom my daughter into the next heir, I handpicked four adopted sons to protect her. Ten years. I poured everything into them—my name, my money, my time. And every last one of them turned out exceptional and self-reliant. Over the years, with them at her side, my daughter moved forward steadily. Until the month before my daughter was about to take over my position, I got a desperate call from her. "Mom, help me... someone's got me trapped in the banquet hall. They're trying to rip my clothes off..." By the time I got there, my daughter was curled up in a corner, hal

I was adopted into the Mitchell family—but the moment they found their biological daughter, Anna Mitchell, everything changed. They started treating me like dirt. Anna even stole Noah Miller—the mate who was supposed to be mine. She poisoned our parents and pinned it all on me. My father slapped me so hard my head spun. My mother screamed that she'd never had a daughter like me. And just like that, they threw me out. One pack member took pity on me and gave me a room. That was all I had.

seethed Senior Jordan. Adam nodded. “Don’t worry, Dad. Once Joey wakes up, I’ll go with her. Now, please calm down…” He had to calm down as well. He still could not accept the fact that the daughter he favored for the past 23 years was not his own flesh and blood, while the adopted daughter he hated for 23 years turned out to be his actual daughter! The daughter he favored for 23 years had been plotting against the entire family all the while… The news felt like it was earth-shattering.

Mark asked. “About what?” I asked. “Our very own betrayed us?” Mom asked. “Your adopted daughter, Triniti?” “Yeah, it’s true.” I told them. “Did she know about it or no?” Erin asked. “Regardless, the treaty is broken.” I told them. “We had to deal with this before, remember?” “We know, Eric.” Mom said. “We just want to make sure you’re ready for this.” I looked at my family and they just stared at me in silence. I already had time to grieve about the consequences. Now, I need to handle business. My daughter’s life was going to be taken by my hands.

They chastised me and were disappointed in my decisions. I let more tears slide down my cheeks as I remembered how I had let Kain manipulate me into digging my own grave. I affirmed that my father was a traitor and joined the rest of the evil world in accusing my father of the wrongs he didn't commit. I fell to my knees, clutching at my chest. I had betrayed my father, so much for trying to rescue my family. We were all tied around Kain Kurt's disgusting finger and we couldn't do anything without him sabotaging us.

" His blue eyes were full of pain and betrayal. He thought that I had betrayed him. I was the daughter of the man who had killed his family. "Danzel, please. I am sorry. I didn't know that my father was the one. Trust me, please," I begged him. "Trust you? How do you expect my son to trust you when you lied to him, huh? F*cking slut," his father shouted. I cried. "Danzel, believe me," I pleaded with him. "Don't f*cking say my name. I hate you," he spat. I gasped audibly at him.

“There was also a time when I couldn’t look at my daughter. Because whenever I saw her, all I could see was the betrayal of my ex. I even considered giving her up to foster care because she wasn’t biologically mine. “But whenever I looked into her eyes, I felt a connection between us as father and daughter. And when I looked into her eyes, and then she would smile, I felt like I was her only world, that I was the only one she trusted and the only one she could count on. “So, I picked myself back up and looked for new opportunities. I lived with my sister for a while so that someone could look after my daughter. But it wasn’t a happy ending right away. Because I worked such a toxic job, I bec

I cannot remember the last time he called me munchkin. “D-dad…” I go on my knees and lunge towards him, burying my face in his chest and crying my eyes out. I’m just so relieved to be held. The last time my father comforted me was ten years ago — the same day I was adopted. That day, Claire had looked me dead in the eyes and told me that the Montessori’s only adopted me to serve as their servant, and she would always remain their top priority. For what seems like an eternity, my tears flow like a river. I cry for my uncertain future. I weep for my shaky marriage and my unborn child. I wail from the pain of betrayal.