Not With My Daughter Novels & Stories

Before I could stop him, he had already ticked the option for Medford College on the screen. "Aaron, I don't want to go to this school." Even I did not notice the tremor and coldness in my own voice. I pulled his hand away and warned him flatly, "You know how much time and effort the Brooks family spent raising me. There's no way I can choose a school like this and keep disappointing my parents." "How would your parents be disappointed? You're not even their biological daughter…"

"Give my necklace back! Dad gave it to me. Even if it gets seized, it's still mine!" I stepped aside. The thorny rose branch in my hand brushed her skin by accident, leaving a thin line of blood across the back of her hand. "Ah! How dare you hurt me!" Lilith screamed. "This is my home." I looked at them coldly. "You're trespassing. I can call the police." "I'm your mom!" My mother shook with rage. "You ungrateful thing. If I had known you'd turn out this vicious, I should've strangled you the day you were born."

In fact, I had attended every single parent-teacher meeting so far. Mason was always too absorbed in his work to take care of himself, let alone Jackson. A sudden wave of exhaustion washed over me, and my voice grew quiet. "I'm sorry, but I'm no longer married to Jackson's father. I don't have custody of him. "I'm not responsible for cleaning up his messes anymore, nor am I obligated to attend his parent-teacher meetings." The teacher went silent, clearly unsure of how to respond. I asked her to give Jackson the phone so I could speak with him directly.

That I wouldn’t have forgiven her either if she’d done that to me. But I had to stay friends with her. “Blame it on depression. Say you said Lavender’s name because you had a concussion,” I laughed to myself. It would be so funny to watch Normani make a fool out of herself. “Anyway, I’ll send you some money and try to convince Easton to go easier on you,” I sighed and hung up. I was already late, and she was wasting my time. “My daughter seems exceptionally happy,” Dad said as he arrived with his new girlfriend by his side. She was young, probably in her early thirties. That was the age group my father liked to mess with the most.

So, I don't allow myself to say or do any of the things I would normally. "Sure. I mean... of course, no big deal," I respond, shrugging, "So, Bob, you should leave. And don’t come back for a while.” Sky elbows my stomach. “Gladly,” my daughter throws at me and starts to get up, “I like that you two are okay again but chill out with the PDA. You always forget I’m still around.” Yeah, I do that.

I said in a soft voice, not knowing whether she had heard me or not. Something in her made it impossible to leave. It could be because of the alcohol but I knew it was something else. I remembered my discussion with Alice about giving Ophelia a chance ***** “Are you treating my daughter well?” She asked, her eyes holding the same unemotional gaze it always carried. “I have no business with her,” I said coldly, not wanting to speak about her.

Unfortunately, he never did. Instead, I only witnessed his beta picking up and dropping off his daughter at school. In those moments, I did my best to evade her by lurking in the shadows. Occasionally, I noticed her sensing my presence and sniffing the air, as if trying to locate me. However, I would swiftly vanish before she could. It wasn't her fault that I avoided her; it was her father's fault, as he was untrustworthy. After all, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

A night spent in my father's company stretches into days, and I find immense joy in every moment. Despite my deep affection for this place, my mother's absence is keenly felt. A proud daughter moment unfolded when he introduced me as his daughter to the entire staff during a meeting. The sense of acknowledgement and familial connection in that public declaration gave me butterflies. On the other hand, James has become a reassuring presence over the phone, especially on days when my father's frailty confines him to his room. I sense a growing comfort in my interactions with James.

What a shocker that was. “I have no daughter,” her father told me with bitterness etched on his face. “She is dead to me.” So that was a total waste of my time. What the hell did you do to these old folks, Agnes? Not that I cared. My parents probably felt the same about me.

“I came here for my daughter and I won't leave here without her.” Oh…