Not Without My Daughter Movie Novels & Stories

I was going to sleep, a forever slumber. Nothing else mattered to me at the moment. Not the cops, not the guys being dragged away for murder and kidnapping, not the paramedics. Only my daughter. Her skin turned white from the stoppage of blood flow. The wounds and the blood gushing out front of her head that she hit on the ground was a displeasing sight. I couldn't even imagine the number of broken bones she would have. “ Zoa's father?” A cop inquired “ Yes” I confirmed “ Your daughter has been taking to the hospital. You weren't listening and neither was your wife. We'll come back later to take our statement. I hope it gets better.” He said before walking into his car.

There was no way I was falling for the daughter of my parent’s killer, absolutely no way. " Fuck"

I couldn't deny the truth; my body was taxed beyond my limits. “Estella!!!” Nick's voice resounded through the room. To my immense relief, my daughter responded, her voice weak but distinct, “Daddy, mummy.” I rushed to them, enveloping her in a hug. Despite her frailty, I felt an overwhelming surge of hope. She was her father's daughter after all, embodying his strength and resilience. “My dear daughter, I'm sorry I couldn't help you sooner.”

I was barely even alive. Where's my daughter?!

I wasn't going to stop for anything again. * Zoey De Santus. "Mom? What's the matter? You've been quiet for a long time... What's the problem?" Clara lowered her voice and whispered into my ears. She could feel my hands shaking, I could tell. I almost shed a tear as I remembered the look on my daughter's fave before she disappeared in between the trees. She hated me, and rightfully so. "Mother..." Nina whispered again, trying to gain my attention.

I roared angrily. I admitted that in that moment, I truly wished I didn't have a daughter like her. But Hannah cruelly hung up the phone, leaving me with one last remark. "It's your own fault for favoring sons. If you hadn't given birth to Rodney, none of this would have happened." I was at my wits' end, but I couldn't just let Rodney die. In the footage, I went around begging everyone I knew for help. I even grovelled before former colleagues just to borrow money.

" I've dreamed of Maya more times than I can count. Every time, she asks the same question. Why didn't Dad choose me? Why did he save someone else's daughter? I never have an answer. Because I know the truth. He never loved me. And the child I gave him was never going to come first. "Five million is a lot," I said. "But I don't need it. Find someone else." I hung up and switched off my phone. The second I stepped outside, the rest of the team rushed over. Faye blocked my path. "You can't leave. Do you know whose daughter is trapped up there? The Boone family's. The Yard family's. We can't afford to make enemies of people like that."

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'd seen her at parent-teacher conferences—she always sat in the seat reserved for Tyler's parents. "Well, well, if it isn't the Werheimers. Heading in to make a scene?" Mom tightened her grip on the umbrella. "Miriam, we're here to file a legitimate appeal. This has nothing to do with you." Miriam Johnson tilted her head and gave a polished, practiced smile. "A legitimate appeal? The daughter of a criminal trying to get into the National Defense Academy—that's a joke at the expense of national security." "My daughter's biological father was a war hero!"

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."