روايات وقصص ضمن Not My Daughter Movie

"But Father, you forgot something." Nelson frowned, his eyes flashing a warning. I pressed the small remote in my hand, and the giant screen behind us abruptly changed. The sentimental music cut off mid note, replaced by rough audio and grainy video. Nelson's cold voice rang out, clear as day, recorded on the day of the kidnapping. "I'll keep the money for charity and image laundering. What's one dead daughter? Saves me from having to split the inheritance if she came back, and it even helps build my public persona."

He said and I found myself smiling shyly. "Who?" I asked feigning ignorance. "Oh please don't do that with your old man." He said and I chuckled. "You heard about her already?" "Oh well it's all over the internet, one personally uploaded by you. She's really beautiful but I can't help thinking she looks familiar, like someone I know." I smiled. He mustn't have done any research on her, that's why he's clueless. But familiar? Someone he knows? "She's very popular Dad you should know her. She's the daughter of Timothy and Elizabeth Scott." I explained.

"Your whores are the bitches, Dapo! You won't leave this house with my daughter's money!" "Oh, yeah?!" he spat in derision as he stood to stare at her hatefully. "I can't have you, that's a fact!" He raised his voice as he hollered at her, "but this is my daughter's money and no Jupiter can take it from me, Ame! You'll only get hurt if you try to stop me!"

I was shocked i-its impossible I am my parent's son. I went downstairs to my parents with my aunt's diary in my hand. "Mom, what is this?" my voice was already shaking shock was written all over my auth Ruth's face "t-that's h-her diary" She immediately got the diary from my hand "where did you get this?" she asked "That diary is from my Aunt Helena right. I saw that the moment I opened my closet now mom please explain this to me" I got the diary away from her and made her look at the page of the diary that I just read

I responded, my voice even. She nodded in approval. “Nice to have them around,” Mena added, more casually now, her attention split between conversation and food. “Just Mr. and Mrs. Moreau,” my dad clarified. “Their daughter isn’t in the country yet….she’s finishing up her work.” I glanced at him for a second but said nothing. Honestly, I barely remembered what their daughter looked like. Last I saw her was when she was a toddler. I barely associated with them, but my parents sure did.

"Maybe? I'm not sure yet but when we finish the meeting early, I'll call you." My friend nodded. I told her to leave. I got out and went straight to the parking area where my car was. I didn't get in right away because a car stopped in front of the coffee shop and the door opened. When I saw who was inside I was stunned. Until the woman who was riding got off. She smiled widely when she saw me. "Nishane, my daughter!" my mother said loudly. I smiled at her even though I was a little awkward. There are many people around and they also know her anyway because she used to be a famous actor. "Mom," I said then faced her.

said, I don't know what he is doing here and I don't care, I went back to my office and of course with my father following me behind —Where are my grandchildren? —Lucas is in college and Laura is in kindergarten. You can pick them up when they get out if you want. —My computer was slammed shut in front of me. —Is it a fetish you have for that kind of women? —Get out. My father gives up and leaves, if he couldn't handle me before, what makes him think he could intervene now. I thought Mey would be on time before I finished work, but she never showed up so I went home and when I went in I got the surprise of my life when I saw my daughter in the house, her cheeks were flushed, she was probably

'Just as you're fake'. 'What did you say?'. 'How dare you talk to my daughter like that?'. 'Daughter? You think you raised a daughter? No, you raised a dog'. 'How dare you say that about to me'. Sadie stood up and stalked to me. 'What?. Can't you bear to hear the truth?'. 'My. Daughter. Is. Not. A. Dog'. 'Hmm, maybe you're right. After all it's normal to fuck the men involved in the production of films to get a part'.

When I saw the footage, I felt like the land under my legs has been pulled by magical powers. She is Myra Kapoor, the only daughter of DSP Kishan Kapoor. It didn't take a long time to get information about her. I was searching for her for five years. Though I have my army and security clan, I failed every time to find her. My life is a debt to her, my life owes to her.

What was wrong with him? “No! She is not my daughter!” I heard my father screaming with fear and I stepped back. I tilted my head to look at my father. “What are you saying, dad? Don’t…don’t you recognize me? It’s me! Your daughter. Your Natalia.” “I don’t have any daughter.”He pressured. “Don’t listen to her, she is not the one you are looking for.” His gaze was stuck on Romeo and I reel back from the force of his words, my chin trembled.