Not With My Daughter Novels & Stories

“That's going to be hard considering she's awake and well in my house right this fucking minute.” “What— you didn't tell me!” My father says, his eyes dulling for a minute. I guess this news doesn't tarry well with his plans. “Yeah. Didn't see how it concerned you.” I say in a cold tone relaxing back in my chair. Whatever my father's response would have been is interrupted by the entrance of his friend and his friend's daughter. When I get a good look at the DAUGHTER, I turn angrily to my father. “What the fuck is she doing here!”

I don't know why I like seeing him so worked up like this, but I do, so I go with it. And I'm sure this makes me a shitty daughter, but I’m glad I have to stay here with Jay. It's not like I'm happy my father is in jail, but he made his bed, and now he has to lie in it. He's notorious for making stupid financial decisions. The bank is repossessing the house, and there's nowhere else I want to live than with Jay. three Jay I cannot believe my friend's beautiful eighteen-year-old daughter asked me to take her on a date. Fuck, I’d love to have her beautiful self on my arm, but it's wrong on so many levels.

She said indifferently, “Fine. Then, I’ll charge at market rate. I’ll charge you for every day you stay.” She turned and walked out. When she reached the door, Lyon seemed to grow impatient. He lowered his voice and said warningly, “Don’t drag my mother into this. You’ve already made enough of a scene lately.” Cecilia did not stop. The familiar decor faded from her view. She vaguely remembered that she and Lyon once shared a few good moments here. After all these years, those memories only made her feel nauseous.

"Ma'am, that young man is banned from the property. Your daughter gave me a direct order. She told me to make sure no calls or messages from him reached you. She said it was for the family's peace." The words hit me like a slap. So, he had tried. He did care. But my own daughter, my scandal, had built a wall between us. A hot, sudden anger flashed through me. "So, Leo really does care, but my scandal of a daughter is behind all this," I whispered to myself. I ended the conversation there, promising to deal with it after the event. But the anger stayed, a low burn under my skin.

For the next hour, I told her about the families I'd helped, the programs I'd developed, and the difference one person could make when they refused to give up. "What about your daughter?" Rebecca asked, glancing at the photo on my desk. "How is she?" "Lily's thriving," I replied, my face brightening at the mention of my daughter. "And her father?" Rebecca asked carefully. I paused, unsure how to answer the loaded question. "She doesn't have a father in her life." "The media reported you were involved with Brett Graham," she said gently. "That's over," I replied quickly, my jaw tightening. "Do you regret it?" Rebecca asked, studying my expression.

She made a move on him, yet knew he was married to her sister and had a child. This happened two years ago and they still aren’t talking. What I’m about to say might sound weird because I’m his daughter but my father is handsome and sometimes his attractiveness might sabotage my friendships because my past friends wanted to sleep with my father. Disgusting. Of course he doesn't know that. The only person who didn’t want my father was Katina. She doesn't have a thing for old men, her type are younger guys. Haletta laughed awkwardly. “I guarantee you this dinner will be awkward as fuck.” I laughed. “Agreed.”

I remember the scene from earlier when I wanted to adopt Harry, but he’s not my son; I don’t have a son; I have a daughter. There’s no reason to argue the point; it won’t get me anywhere. I miss Grace so much right now, and I hope she’s okay without me. I hope people aren’t getting tired of the crying, which Grace does a lot of sometimes. They wouldn’t abandon my daughter, would they? No, that’s a stupid thought; no one is that cruel. I hope. I just pray I get out of here soon; I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

"And seeing you holding on to your chest, I know nothing other than the mate bond is at work." "Who is she?" he finally asked. "Lyra. Lyra Bash Aiden’s daughter." "Hmmm, she must be a phenomenal woman," my father mused. "Yes, she is," I said, smiling as I thought about her. "And why haven't you presented her to the council?" he asked. "She doesn't want to have anything to do with me. She hates me, Dad. She can't stand my gut. She wants to reject me," I replied, my heart breaking with each word.

“I don’t know how to just turn them off. I’m in too deep now.” “Same.” She sighs and laces our fingers together. “Lucas and I have been friends for a long time and I think he wants me to be happy. It will be tough at first, but maybe he’ll eventually understand that you make me happy.” She winces. “Or maybe I’m being really naive.” I’m about to respond when I hear my name. FUCK. I knew we should have gone further out of the city. “Hey, I thought I saw you,” the familiar voice of my daughter’s

I asked as she approached me. “Can I talk to you?” She said sniffing. I nodded. She held my elbow and pulled me to the side. “I’m Sarah. As you might know, I’m her daughter.” She said sniffing and pointing to Nina’s room and I just shook my head. “My mother, she is now conscious and we spoke to the doctors and they said she doesn’t have a lot of time.” She said breaking down completely. I held her hand and tried to comfort her but failed miserably. “She wants to talk to you,” she said finding her voice.