Not My Daughter Movie Novels & Stories

Just before the new school term started, my daughter's parent group chat, which had been quiet for ages, suddenly announced that the first parent-teacher meeting of the semester would be held that night. The rule was: both parents had to attend. A long string of "Got it" followed. I was about to reply when I noticed someone had beaten me to it. A guy with a family photo as his profile picture sent a voice message. "I'm Emma Sullivan's dad. We'll be there!" I froze. I clicked into the member list and checked repeatedly. My daughter's name was Emma Sullivan. He said he was Emma's dad. Then who the hell was I? I immediately called my wife. Before I could say a word, I heard her cheerful v

I said firmly. "What about your Fiona?" she pressed, her eyes narrowing. The color drained from my face, a cold wave of dread washing over me. "And what about my daughter?" "Hmm, you know exactly what I’m talking about, Meadow. Fiona is Matt’s daughter too." "My daughter belongs to me alone! She has no relationship with your son or the Andersons!" I snapped in a stern voice, my heart pounding furiously. "Mrs. Anderson, I don’t want to have this conversation with you anymore." I turned on my heel and walked out, my mind reeling.

I rinsed my body, dried my hair, and wrapped myself in a white fluffy bathrobe before walking on tiptoe towards my bedroom, peeping behind the door. A young male wearing a military uniform and his hair pulled back in a short ponytail helped the woman they called my mother tuck in my bedspread. "I strongly believe she's under a spell? Why can't she recognize Damien's wolf?" The male's flutey voice spoke. The woman sighed and picked some food crumbs from the floor. "Everything is shocking. My daughter doesn't recognize me. I wish this was a nightmare." Another set of actors to make me seem crazy. Bloody asshats!

The screen flashed back to the frozen video of me and Leo. I could not move. I could not breathe. The phone was still in my hand. "Mom?" Ethan’s voice was small in my ear. "Mom, what is going on?" I looked at the TV. I looked at the woman on the screen. She looked like me, but she was a stranger. Her life was falling apart on live television. Leo had the money. My daughter was gone. My face was on the news. And my rival was about to attack. I had tried to fix one problem. Now I had lost everything.

I was actually planning to introduce her to you before she went missing," the man that called me his daughter cuts in with a smile. I can't take this anymore, my head is bursting right now. Everything going on here is getting me mad. "Will you guys stop all this right now, I've had enough. If this is a joke please you guys are free to stop it. I don't know why you guys add me into this movie when I don't even have the interest to act. Please just take me to Seoul, I can find my way home. I don't know how I got here, but it was a mistake. Enough of the games and don't try to fool me." I yell in distress.

I finally sighed in relief, the taxi driver looked at me through the rear view mirror and I saw his eyes widen for a second, then he asked, "Are you by any chance Amalie James Anderson?" I chuckled, "Yes, that would be me. Are you a fan?" "Uh not me, but my daughters are crazy about you. They most actively follow all your work and send you fan mail. Any new movie that releases they are crazy to see it! But on the day your new movie Uncovering the Truth was released my daughters had their exams so couldn't see it. Could you please do me a favor and give them your autograph?" "Sure I will, what are their names?" I asked intrigued.

Stacey said. I leaned back on the couch frowning. It's also possible what Stacey says. "Can we go there?" I asked Stacey. "You're embarrassed, when Youno finds out. You must be scold," Stacey told me. She eats mocha cake. I sighed at her. "Whether he's rich or not, Lever is just mine," I proudly told Stacey. I grabbed my bag and stood up. "I'm Youna Swaggerty, Snipe Swaggerty's daughter so money is no longer a problem. See ya!" I said as I walked out of the shop.

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.

he asked. My father’s tone shifted instantly. Smooth. Polished. “Not at all. This is my daughter.” Daughter. Not Nova. Roman’s eyes softened slightly. “Is everything alright?” I shook my head once. “I am fine.” I was not. Roman took a step closer. “She did nothing wrong.” I snapped. “I do not need saving,” I said, my voice shaking despite myself. “And I definitely do not need this.” I turned to my father. “You care more about a video than your own child.”

I couldn't bear to hear any more. Slamming the door behind me, I locked myself in my room. My phone buzzed with a new message, the sound sharp and intrusive. I opened the message, and a video began to play. The moment I saw it, my heart stopped. Rowena's screams filled the room, and I froze, unable to move. In the video, my three-year-old daughter lay in a pool of blood, her tiny body marked with the terrible, cruel lashings she had endured. She looked directly into the camera, her lips trembling as she whispered, "Mommy... save me..."