Novel & Cerita Not My Daughter Movie

She is the spitting image of Benny, her mother but her height, calmness and eyes were Dekunle's. “I feel like walking over and holding her in an embrace…” Dekunle blurted out his thoughts. He quickly held himself back but it was too late, the words had slipped out of his mouth. But he truly wants the world to know that Sophia Shawn is his daughter. He'd seen Mag and her husband a while ago. And she'd answered the journalists that she was there because her daughter Sophia Shawn was among the cast in the movie. Even if there's an opportunity for parents to stand side by side with their kids, he cannot stand anywhere near Sophia.

CLAIRE'S POV: One Saturday night, my Mom and I went to see a movie. This was my idea. Dad's health suddenly began to decline and my Mom was very worried. In order to distract her, I took her to the movies. As we walked into the theater, popcorn in hand, I whispered, “People probably think we're friends.” Mom forced a smile. “Let them think what they want. I’m on a date with my daughter.” During the movie, she saw a scene where a couple were fighting and the female lead character wanted to escape to another city. But the male lead chased her to the airport.

"My daughter here is unfortunately a stealer." No, no, no, please.

"Oh God, isn't she Director Osama's daughter?" "Ask someone to come here immediately!" "Help! Someone help us! The daughter of Director Lou Osama is being raped!" Director Lou Osama's daughter? When Mrs. Adam's and Carmen saw the face of the woman who was pinned under the three men, both of them stood rooted to the ground as if they had been electrocuted. How is it the daughter of Director Osama? Shouldn't Hilda be the victim here?

I lie on the couch, having no cares in the world knowing quite well that I have loving mates back at the Blue moon Pack and even if their parents don't like me, they'll have to love me because I'm their sons' mate and no one can change that unless they reject me, something that's unlikely to happen! I'm so much engrossed in my movie such that I don't hear someone knocking at my door. When the person finally calls out my name, I spring onto my feet and rush to the door to open it. It's Luna Annabelle and she's all giggles as she walks into my room. Has she developed some amnesia or something because this is isn't the same lady who reprimanded me via phone yesterday! "My daughter, how are you?

Because she was unfamiliar with anyone present, Naomi looked around and thought that Maisie would also be there, but unfortunately, she was not. Nolan put down the wine glass and saw Naomi looking for someone. “Zee didn’t come with me. Are you looking for her?” Naomi was stunned for a split second. She then waved her hand and smiled. “That’s fine. There’s no need to bother her.” Nolan explained lightly, “You’re Mr. Topaz’s daughter. Those people won’t do anything to you, so don’t worry.” Several directors’ daughters looked in their direction and were surprised by what they saw.

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

“You’re not.” The words hit me like a blade straight to the heart. My mouth opened…but no sound came out. Just the echo of that one word repeating over and over in my head. Not. I’m not their daughter.

I'm not your daughter The queen's face changed Queen: what are you saying Gladys? Is your daddy's death affecting you this much? I could see pain in her eyes Me: he's not my daddy and you're not my mommy either Her face changed again Queen : please Gladys, I don't have time for this drama. I have a lot on my plate Her voice was choking with tears Me: I'm not your biology daughter right? I asked her but she didn't look back Me: you said I lost my memory. But it's back now, I remember everything now

There was no new addition to the house, it was simple yet modern. "What are you doing here." My aged father asked me, he had more white hairs on his head and more wrinkles covered his brown face. "I'm sorry father." Was all I could say. "And who is this child hiding behind you." I guided my daughter to face my father, her grandfather. "She is my daughter's dad." "When did you get married." He said eyeing me. "I'm not a married father." I was already feeling uncomfortable with my father's interrogations. He had not even looked at Sarah.