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As he looked at the evidence on the floor, he recalled Rita's deranged smile and Elisa's final calm yet despairing face. Finally, he understood what he had lost. It wasn't the business or family prestige. It was his only biological daughter. Moreover, it was all his fault. Outside, the night deepened. City lights flickered on, one by one, like countless indifferent eyes watching their broken family. A distant gunshot echoed. It was muffled. It sounded like the victim had their mouth stuffed shut. It was the Neri family's law—the execution of a traitor. Rita was dead.

“The Miami project has been losing money for three months. I will go there and fix it.” In my past life, my father took the trust fund my mother left me, and all of it ended up in Seraphina's pocket. When things got bad, I asked her for fifty thousand dollars. She laughed and transferred thirty thousand with a note that said her sister loved her. I learned my lesson, and I refused to make the same mistake again.

ZIRA POV The hospital lights were too bright. Everything felt too loud. I sat beside my father’s bed, his hand cold in mine, while machines beeped steadily. He had stabilized again, but the doctors warned that another shock could be fatal. His eyes opened slowly, finding mine. The disappointment in them cut deeper than any board meeting ever could. “Zira…” His voice was weak. “That video. Everyone’s talking about it. My daughter… with a student.” Tears burned my eyes. “Dad, I’m sorry. It started before I knew who he was. I never meant for any of this to happen.”

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

——————Alex——————— My name is Alex. I’m the only surviving child of my father. I lost my mother and my brother in a fatal accident. My dad lost his legs and can’t no longer walk again. The accident caused me a a lot of pain and misery. My father sold all his properties including the house to pay of his debt and hospital bill. We live in a small apartment in a dark alley where it is difficult to sleep with two eyes closed.

The police officer calmed her down before recounting how they found my body. They had arrested the man who killed me. When he confessed to his crimes, he mentioned killing me. Through his confessions, the police located my body. "Why did he kill our daughter?" My parents wanted an answer. The police officers exchanged glances before looking at them with a troubled look. Brian asked once more. "Why?" "It's best if you watch the video for yourself," an officer replied. It was the footage of the day that I was taken away. Of course, the scene where Summer abandoned me and ran off was also captured.

And I didn’t need to turn around to know that I was no longer in control of the situation. Fuck. I didn’t care whatever happened to me, but I couldn't let them hurt my daughter. ____ A. Gupta

I could feel her smirking evilly. Why is teleportation only real in movies!!! " Your daughter isn't fine" oh my Allah. " Don't you dare lay a finger on my daughter" " Oops my bad. I've done that already, your daughter cries a lot you know, she's so annoying" Oh my baby. " Please don't hurt her, I'll do anything you want, just don't harm her" She was in Los Angeles. Oh my God. She was in Los Angeles. Najmah was all the way in LA.

"Selena, I'm so glad we decided to spend our day off like this. It was exactly what we needed." As we walked out of the movie theater, laughter still lingering in the air, something caught my attention. A girl, seated alone on the floor, caught in the grip of tears. My heart skipped a beat as I recognized her vulnerability and the pain etched on her face. It was my daughter, Heaven. Without a second thought, I turned to Channel and whispered urgently, "Channel, I need to talk to her. Please give me a moment." The urgency in my voice conveyed the depth of my emotions, and Channel nodded understandingly, giving me the space I needed.

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.