Not My Daughter Movie Mga Nobela at Kwento

He didn’t know how should he persuade her. Suddenly, he looked at the little girl’s face after hearing the sounds of her sobbing. With the light of fire, he could see tears were rolling down her eyes ceaselessly. “They said my father has betrayed our country. They said my father is a traitor” She continued sobbing. “They killed my mother, my unborn brother, they killed Xin er. They thought she was me because she was wearing my clothes” Yin Yue was crying her eyes out. “I do not want to live too”

Not of my daughter. And not for long.

I begged, tears streaming down my face, "Mom, please listen to me! It's not like that; why won't you just hear me out—" Before I could finish, a series of slaps left me dazed, stars dancing in my vision. As she paused to catch her breath, her voice cut through the air, cold and sharp. "How did I end up with such a shameless daughter? You're the third wheel, and you're accusing her of being the other woman! Get out of my face! I don't have a daughter as pathetic as you!"

Katherine stepped forward, touching the slap mark on his face with sympathy, then turned to strike me. But I grabbed her hand, squeezing it tight. "You bitch, let go of me. If my father-in-law finds out you hurt Lewis, he won't forgive you." Her words sent a chill through me. Father-in-law? Had he accepted her? She was already acting all familiar. "Let them go!" A sharp command rang out from behind me. I let out a breath of relief and turned around to see Cody Davidson, the driver, jogging toward us. "Mrs. Bauer, are you okay? Sorry I'm late."

“Did you touch Isabella’s money?” Gianna’s eyes turned teary, and she said, “I’m sorry. This is all my fault. That film project was originally meant for me, but the contract suddenly required a large guaranteed investment. Don Melville only wanted to help me! I didn’t expect it to make you this angry.” Cecilia looked at her. Her gaze was cold as ice. “Help you?” She turned to Lyon. “You used your daughter’s money to buy your mistress a role?” Lyon frowned, as if her words were unpleasant to his ears.

Ana, her daughter, with a birthday hat topped with a number five, worn on her head, silently looked at her with eyes that was once bright in the morning, gone completely lifeless at this time. Her pouty lips thinning. “It’s past my birthday now,” Ana paused, her gaze at the piece of cake in front of her was silent but hard, the hat she worn drooping as she lowered her head. “We didn’t get to celebrate my birthday…. at all,” she finished, looking worn out for her age. A moment of silence enveloped the two of them, gloom hovering above their heads. Quite suffocating.. “Mommy… does daddy really have another kid other than me?” she asked, coughing, the blush she had from excitement earlier faded

up,then alighted from the car,walked inside the compound and opened the gate and drove in my cars,the compound so quiet,l admired it as a walked slowly to the sitting room,a fair woman with a long black curl hair wearing a short gown which shows off her laps sitted on the golden chair watching the Television,she looked at me looking confuse please who are you miss,she asked looking at me,her eyes searching for answers,imagine a stranger asking me who am l in my fathers house,l felt like throwing the pain am feeling currently at her but l controled myself, please where is my father,l asked frowning my face your father,is Mr. Grant your father,wait a minute are you naomi Grant he's been talki

Dastan I can’t seem to think or function straight, I really must get to the bottom of this, when I received the phone call that she had been found and is unconscious in a hospital and on top of that there’s a little girl who is calling her mom and crying her eyes out for her mother, she’s too young to be mine, well she obviously would not be mine, I never had relations with Myra. I watch as her chest moves up and down as she breathes in sleep, she has some cuts and bruising on her body and face but she most certainly is as pretty as I remember her to be, she has aged but it looks very good on her. I am not really one for children but her daughter is so cute. Little one, what’s your name? Mom

Come back! "I was wrong! I'll give everything back to you! I'll trade my life!" "Forum, can you hear me? I'll trade! Bring my sister back!" But the countdown had already begun. No matter how much they regretted it, it was too late. I felt a wave of lightness. A soft white glow wrapped around me. Maybe this was fine, too. Goodbye. In the next life, let's not meet again. Being Dad's daughter hurt too much.