Novel & Cerita Not My Daughter Movie

The resolve in my eyes made panic flicker across Mom’s face, but for the sake of pride, she didn’t try to stop me. I walked out, face streaked with blood, and slammed the door behind me. As I went down the stairs, I canceled the automatic transfer from my salary account. Since she no longer had a daughter like me, my money shouldn’t go to strangers. At the bottom of the building, I pulled out my phone and called my best friend at the Department of Education, Mira Solis. "Bestie, don’t worry about Suri’s school anymore. From now on, anything related to the Voss family or Suri has nothing to do with me. I’m not getting involved."

He led the way to the front door and I held my head up in an attempt to hide my anxiety. Shit, I had never felt like this before. What the fuck was wrong with me? He was probably a bastard. Upon knocking on the oak door, we were greeted by a petite brunette woman and a tall broad-shouldered man. Father smiled as he shook the man's hand. I was guessing those were the parents. Father nodded toward me. "This is my daughter, Sienna Zannotti. She runs the Italian mafia." They didn't hear the spite in his words but I did. Suddenly, all eyes were on me. Father didn't introduce himself which made me believe that he knew these people. The woman smiled as she looked me over.

he asked. “I have no idea. She’s just… a Fiona,” I laughed. He chuckled and looked toward the TV, which was on but muted. When I turned, I saw Shrek playing, and there on the screen was Fiona the ogre. “No. No,” I said, smacking his chest lightly. “My daughter is not that!” He burst into louder laughter, which made me laugh too. “Stop it!” I said. “I’m sorry, and please don’t tell the Boss,” he said, wiping a tear from his eye.

Asking if he had gone too far, I told him “it's not like you're fucking her.” Most things that happened between my husband and daughter, seemed to occur on Friday or Saturday night. This next part was no exception. Once again, it was movie night and it was a bit chilly. I grabbed my glass of wine and we all settled into the big couch, with my husband once again finding himself in the middle. I grabbed my own blanket and surprise, surprise, father and daughter were sharing a blanket. It was a teen movie that Emily had picked; ask me and I would not be able to name the movie.

_______Evans___________ “Dad will be discharged today” “Yeah, I know”said Natasha my sister “Did you find him a caretaker like the doctor said” “Yes, we did” “Where is she? She is supposed to be here” “She on her way with mom and Madison” “Wait, Madison is back?” “Yes” “When?” “Yesterday” “Why didn’t anyone tell me?” “She wanted to surprise you” Just then, there was a knock on the door

He was in the living room with his wife when I walked into the house. They were watching a movie and laughing while my sister’s body was rotting six-feet underground. The screams of his wife when she saw me sounded like music to my ears because I was going to make them even louder. “Take them,” I commanded my men. “Please spare the life of my daughter!” His wife cried out, and I smiled. “You have a daughter?” I asked with a smirk, and their daughter barged into the room from the hallway. “Mom, I—“ She stuttered as she stopped in her tracks when she saw us.

She sat down opposite me and grinned as she studied my slightly haggard face that was lined with the evidence of the passing of time. "I guess the jig is up. You're right. I'm not your daughter. Your real daughter died ages ago," she said with a cruel smile. Every word that she said was like a blade that stabbed into my heart. Rose's smile grew when she noticed my steely expression. "What's wrong? Can't accept the truth after reading my paper? To be honest, it's not a big deal. So many years have passed since then. Your daughter probably wouldn't have lived for too long even if Dad didn't sell her off.

So extra. But that was Dad. He loved me to a fault. Always had. I smiled despite myself. At least the food looked amazing. I smoothed my hair, took a deep breath, and headed downstairs. The house was buzzing. Laughter spilled out from every room. I grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing tray and stepped into the backyard. And there he was. Ryan. Leaning against the bar, talking to some woman in a red dress that hugged every curve. She laughed too loud at something he said, her hand brushing his arm. My stomach twisted hard.

"At least it is in the movies. Apparently their little section of NYC just wasn't big enough for the both of them. Daughter ran off. Twenty, thirty blocks north. Muscled out the local scene. Set up her own shop." Nik was silent for a moment. "Nik?" "Yeah. Still here." Her voice is softer, hesitant. "My best guess, daughter wants to show daddy up. From what I could find-and there's damn little available-she's playing in the waters with the big boys from Russia, Japan, Middle East." The bottom of my belly fell out. "Human trafficking."

I shuddered as he brushed my clit again. "You know, Mom's always looking for girls to be in her movies." Her voice lowered. "The naughty ones. Not the horror movies she claims she makes." "Oh," I breathed. "Me? But I'm barely eighteen." "Just watch out," my friend said. "You don't want me to be in a film?" I asked. "Doesn't your daddy star in them?" "Ugh, I don't want to think about him doing that stuff!" I could hear the disgust in her voice. "Blegh. That's nasty."