Not My Daughter Movie Novels & Stories

Maya yelled and chuckled as the crowd struggled to take more pictures and videos of me. “Hi ma’am, a quick question. Are you really Jessica Hart?” A voice yelled as he struggled to make his way towards me, but was stopped immediately. “Please, ma’am, we want to know if you’re really the daughter of Mr Hart.” The night of my party, dad had made sure all the pictures taken had been discarded because I wasn’t ready to reveal myself yet, but now, after seeing Fiona’s face again I’m so ready to show them I’m not that girl they can push around anymore.

" Your words suggest that there is someone behind the whole setup and when I think about questioning it my pain increases due to nervousness and tension and I can't hide it. "I am your daughter!' I cry out, feeling the liquid wet my legs. "Yes, and that's why you're going to keep your mouth shut." Say, impersonal. My vision blurs and I feel my temperature drop, leaving my hands sweaty and cold. "What's wrong with you?" Dad asks, looking fatherly for the first time. "I am not feeling well." Is all I can say before I hit the ground, feeling my consciousness slip away and all I hear before passing out is Peter's voice screaming in alarm.

As I move, my dress rustles softly, and my hair stays perfectly in place. "Wow, Lessia is this not too much?", I ask unsure. "No, it is perfect", Lessia said still trying to arrange the strands of hair on my head. I rolled my eyes and said, "Lessia why did you dress me like this, I look like two million threw up on me". She looked at my reflection in the mirror and said, "You look amazing and by the way you are the daughter of the Mafia boss, you need to dress the part". "Mafia?", I asked confused.

he said, "If she were the one who was sick, we wouldn't make you donate either. We have so many resources beyond your comprehension. We would certainly find a alternative suitable match." Something inside me caved in. Quiet. Irreversible. "Of course," I whispered, a faint, broken smile on my lips. "You would never risk her. I was never your daughter—" Before I could finish, his face went dark. Then he raised his hand. The guards moved forward. Marco grabbed my wrist, his fingers biting into bone. "How dare you speak to your father like that?" Crack. The slap caught me across the face. My head snapped sideways. Blood gushed from my nose, warm and copper-sweet, spilling through my fingers as I

Right in front of everyone, he pulled a thick stack of papers from his bag and hurled them into the air. My medical records. Screenshots of Maya switching the cookies. Photos of me writhing on the floor before I died. "Look at them!" Dad's voice cracked. "Look at how this so-called micro-expression expert killed her own daughter, one step at a time! "She mistook her daughter's medical symptoms for lies! She watched her daughter suffocate on the security cameras while she was out enjoying a concert and a fancy dinner! "And look at the daughter she raised! A ten-year-old who figured out how to kill without leaving a trace—and make herself look like the victim!"

I just felt this hollow emptiness inside me. That little life that had been growing inside me for nine months. The one that kicked me every day, that I talked to in the quiet of the night. Gone. "Where's Jason?" I asked. My father wiped his tears away, and his eyes went cold. "He's with Rachel." "She gave birth. A son." "The entire Martinez family is celebrating. No one even remembered you existed." I laughed. I laughed so hard my whole body shook. "Good. That's good."

Cole's POV "Cole, this is my wife, Kate and her daughter Liv. Kate and I have been married for two years now." My dad explained to me. I looked over at the woman and her daughter before frowning lightly. "You got married?" I asked my dad and he nodded at me. "Cole, do you remember Liv?" He asked me and I looked over at the girl named Liv. She was crying. Am I supposed to remember her? "No." I blankly told my dad and she left the room.

I was very aware of how her right tit was squished against my bicep. For twenty minutes, we watched the movie in silence. It was an action flick, but I had seen it enough times that it wasn't very interesting to me. That was fine, though, because it allowed my attention to drift to more important things. Like the fact that I was dangerously aroused while my gorgeous, teenage daughter was snuggled up close to me.

I was very aware of how her right tit was squished against my bicep. For twenty minutes, we watched the movie in silence. It was an action flick, but I had seen it enough times that it wasn't very interesting to me. That was fine, though, because it allowed my attention to drift to more important things. Like the fact that I was dangerously aroused while my gorgeous, teenage daughter was snuggled up close to me.

“It’s good to see you, Ma'am.” As they walked through the massive foyer with the crystal chandelier hanging proudly overhead, Escola sighed under my breath. Her mother was already in full performance mode. “I told all my friends that my daughter was coming home today,” she beamed. “They saw your film clips. One of them even asked if you were dating that fine actor, what’s his name again? The one with the dimples.” “Which one?” Escola asked, chuckling. “They all have dimples these days.”