Novel & Cerita Neglected Daughter

“Ana, Where were you for two days and nights? Have you got no shame? Were you perhaps playing with men, naked in the clubhouse?” Yeah that’s how mafia dads talk with their daughters who have been a whore for their whole life. In the world’s eyes my dad is respected chairman Mark Chris, a billionaire who loves his daughter blindly. But who knows how he has treated me since my childhood. He neglected me and handed me in care of Lucas. Not a maid, not a nanny but a male bodyguard. I glanced at my mom who was staring at me like I am her sin. My mother was no good woman or mother to me.

She only knew her father wasn’t home, and her mother wasn’t there for her either. I stood there, invisible but aching, as little me tucked herself under a blanket and drifted into a nap. She was waiting, waiting for comfort, for even a little bit of attention. She wasn’t used to not being seen. For Taylor to climb those stairs and hold her. But Taylor never moved. The contrast was unbearable. Taylor poured herself another glass of alcohol, stared at the wall, drowned in her own grief. Meanwhile, her daughter was upstairs, alone, starved of attention. Neglected. Forgotten.

“You couldn’t even touch me, Roman. Almost Six months married, sharing the same house, wore your rings, smiled for your cameras, and you never once got hard for me. Not once. You sent me on spa retreats and ‘business trips’ like I was a fucking inconvenience. You sent me to fucking Bali, Milan, Dubai, Paris, anywhere but here. You treated me like a disease.” I watch her move. “Accurate.” She spins on me. “But my daughter? My twenty-two-year-old daughter? You’ll take her? You’ll fuck her on your desk, in your car, in every goddamn room of that house? You sick bastard.” I don’t flinch. “You’re upset because I didn’t fuck you?”

"Everyone, come take a look! This is the woman who incited her daughter to harm herself for money! She lost her job and her daughter was expelled, yet she's still hanging around! No wonder her man left her. A woman like her brings nothing but bad luck!" She grew more animated, now stepping forward to point at my daughter. "And this little liar! Raised without a father, she's already lying and cheating at such a young age! She's only gonna get worse when she grows up! I think she should be sent to juvenile prison!" "Shut your mouth!" My blood boiled, and I yelled. "I'll say what I want!" She put her hands on her hips. "If you don't want people to talk about it, don't do it, crazy woman! And t

"Y-You ungrateful snake!" Nelson shook so hard that his whole body rattled. He couldn't catch his breath, clutching his chest as he hacked violently, his face turning a deep, ugly purple. That money was supposed to be his retirement fund. His last lifeline. Now, it had become the final nail sealing his coffin shut. "There's more good news," I said calmly, watching him fall apart. "The Lilith you loved so much is actually the maid's daughter. You pampered someone else's child for years. And for her sake, you personally destroyed your real daughter and your own company."

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau

Before my mother died, she arranged a marriage for me. My bride-to-be was Rosalind Young, Kingsford's most formidable financial tycoon. Before I married her, I added three clauses to the prenuptial agreement. First, no feelings. Our marriage was purely business. Second, she could live her life however she pleased, while I'd live mine. Third, I would step aside immediately if her true love ever came along. Nevertheless, I would be getting double the alimony. Rosalind was quite pleased that I knew my place. Our marriage was a peaceful one until the day a teenage girl who bore a striking resemblance to her knocked on the door of our mansion and calmly said, "Sir, I'm Rosalind's daughter.

"How would your parents be disappointed? You're not even their biological daughter…" The moment the words left his mouth, Aaron quickly corrected himself. "Besides, don't they already have another daughter now? And college entrance exam scores don't define a person anyway. You're talented no matter where you go. You'll shine anywhere." Remembering what the floating comments had said, I stared directly into his eyes. "What about Yvonne Brooks?" "Her?" Aaron sneered with obvious disdain. "That real daughter they just brought back? She has no manners and no class. Even if she gets into university, she won't amount to much."

“She was neglected for three days. When she was hungry, she could only eat cold takeout, and she had to go to sleep on the couch with a doll. She was so dirty by the time I got home that she looked like she took a tumble in a pile of trash. Did you ask her what’s going to happen to her in the future?” Zanda fidgeted for a brief moment before she adopted that self-righteous attitude again. “That’s a problem between you and Selena! My son went to your house to help you, and this happened! You have to be responsible for this!” I laughed so hard that I teared up. He helped? Yeah. He did. To the point that he slept with my wife and caused my daughter to be neglected for three days. How blind must

Before a gathering of New York's underworld Families, I slipped into the vintage Chanel gown my mother had left me. As I looked in the mirror, my seven-year-old daughter suddenly said, "Mommy, it doesn't matter what you wear. You're always the ugliest one." Just like that, all the joy the gown had brought me disappeared. It wasn't the first time my daughter had said something cruel. Once, the FBI took me in for questioning and kept me for three days. The moment I got home, I wrapped her in my arms and asked if she'd missed me. She only shrugged. "No, Mommy. You're too stupid. Smart people don't get caught." My husband, Vincent, said sternly, "You can't talk to her like that. We're a fam