Nobody's Son Nobody's Daughter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Don't tell anyone. Especially not Celia." If you mess with Don DeLuca's daughter, you're finished. After saying that, I hung up. The heavy encrypted phone slipped from my hand and sank silently into the expensive silk sheets. At that moment, the noise outside flooded back into my senses — not just the music, but men's rough laughter, the sound of leather rubbing, and the crisp clinking of glasses. Tonight was Celia's birthday. The girl I once begged my father to adopt, the one I defended and called "sister."

I climbed to the top. Only to be invited here one day, by someone whom I considered a friend, and be told by his mother, that it matters not the day or time, it matters not the season or place, one word from her, and I could always be pushed back down to the same place I had crawled out of. ~You are nothing, Sophia Highrise. Just the daughter of a man who was nothing, a family who will forever remain nothing, trying to masquerade as someone who is something. Trash is always trash.

“don’t talk about this girl, she is a stain in my daughter's life, her mother ruined my daughter's life, how can all of expecting to accept her, no way my daughter leave this world because of that woman, I'm still searching for that woman; once I find her, I will kill her as my daughter died, so don’t you all dare to say that girl is my granddaughter, also Nina.” Mr. Roth was beyond angry hearing Rose’s name; after venting his anger, he noticed Nina’s name. “Nora’s daughter, my Nora’s blood daughter, I know as a man David can be a strong pillar with no dear’s shadow, Kate is enough for him, but Nina, even David, refused to tell us what happened. We can already understand what that martin fam

“Not until now that I brought her here with me.” My heart punched hard against my ribs. “She’s my daughter,” he said, softer now, but it echoed louder than anything else in that room. “By blood and by right.” I don’t know what it looked like to the others, maybe like he was claiming a lost property. But to me, in that moment, it was something else. He was claiming me as family. Ezra staggered back a step like the floor had shifted under him. “She’s your—? But… she was—she’s a nobody. Her father’s—Zachary Redmond disowned her—”

"How could a father steal from his own daughter? Or is she not even considered his daughter?” “Is the Gray Corporation really that desperate now?” Outraged whispers spread among the crowd. Some female reporters expressed their disgust. “Do you only see your son as your child? What about your daughter? This is outrageous!”

(Kraltor Daughter) One shot straight on the temple, blast her brain out of the back of her skull, the sound of her dead boy fall to the floor silent the entire room. Jamy Kraltor can’t comprehend what is going on as her eyes just went wide because of what is going on around her and inside the room. Bodies and blood were all over, her son and daughter were dead and mercilessly killed, without a words of reason. Around her were scary people who just surrounded her and giving her contempt looks and disgust.

“It is a privilege that the daughter of a murderer such as yourself lives underneath my roof, so how dare you bite the hands that feed you?” “Daddy, what are you talking about?” I heard Norah’s voice…Daughter of a murderer? Who? Me?

Laura told her daughter; she could not place a finger on what exactly was going on but the feeling of loneliness kept growing and it scared her. Anita dialed the number and it was connected. “Alpha Simon speaking.” Answered the alpha on the other side. “Hello alpha, it's Anita alpha Xavier’s daughter.” She has met the alpha on countless occasions when her father would take her with him when he goes to meetings. “Hello, little one, how may I help you today?” Asked the alpha. “I wanted to talk to my father but his phone is off, have they left yet?” alpha Simon was taken back by this.

"Get off my way, you wouldn't like me." "You have been a coward, all your life, there is nothing you could do right, you are good for nothing daughter, a disgrace that dad was trying to make you a better person but you throw everything into the bin because you keep sleeping with Noor even after you are married and now you are sleeping around because you don't have a roof over your head, how many men have you lay before they awarded you, that contract.'

Granddaughter. I think I might be able to help you. My grandmother used to tell me a story about a woman she cared for, decades ago, at a place that doesn’t exist anymore. She never told anyone the woman’s real name, because she said the woman herself never spoke it, not once, the entire time she was there. She only ever called herself one thing. “Nobody’s daughter.” I think, if this is who you’re looking for, I might know exactly where she’s buried.