Not Without My Daughter Real Story Novels & Stories

“Yes, I heard about that mama of yours, but I didn’t pay it much attention. I thought that it was just some fake news but now, angel I’m interested in it. Tell me more about this mother of yours.” My father said softly and my daughter just told him everything about Willow enthusiastically as I kept gritting my teeth all along. She told him about their routine and how she helped her with everything. She told him about their accident in the market, which made my father frown. Then she told him about our last highlight and how I was almost put behind bars. “Oh, she seems like a very interesting person. I really want to meet her.”

] Gossip was in human nature, and soon, the stream’s view count shot past ten thousand. Watching the numbers climb, I couldn’t help but smile. You wanted to ruin my reputation? Well, today you’re going to see what it feels like to have yours destroyed! I didn’t appear on screen, but my voice rang through the livestream. “I’m Winnie Johnson, Mr. Johnson’s daughter. For years, rumors have claimed my dad wasn’t married and didn’t have kids. Today, I’m here to set the record straight. He is married, and he does have a child.

I never imagined the devious plot behind all of this. [Oh my God, these two deserve to rot in hell. A father was manipulated by his mistress and killed his own daughter!] I watched them closely when they realized the plot had been exposed—their faces turned as white as a sheet. Cody's legs gave out, and he collapsed in a heap. They had been desperately crying on the stream, accusing me of killing my daughter and painting me as cruel and heartless. It drew in countless viewers, and media outlets crowded around to cover the scene.

After my husband, Leo Barton, sent me back to my hometown for a month, he used this window to remove my daughter’s kidney to save his childhood sweetheart, Rosette Smith. While his childhood sweetheart was rescued, my daughter caught a severe case of acute kidney failure due to an infection. When I rushed to the hospital to see my daughter, she strained a smile and whimpered, “Mom… I saved Aunt Rosette. Does that mean… does that mean that Dad won’t leave us?”

Stories of him dragging men out of bars by their teeth and smiling while he does it. That’s the man they tied my daughter to. That’s the man she has to wake up next to. That’s the man who gets to breathe the same air as her. My daughter didn’t get a wedding. She got a sentence. And it was on me to break her out of it.

" Only later did I realize Angela lived however she pleased. Her schedule was a complete mess, and she never seemed cautious about anything. Yet her pregnancy remained unbelievably stable, without the slightest sign of trouble. Meanwhile, that same period had been when I was desperately trying to conceive. Early nights, healthy eating, exercise, strict routines. I followed every rule possible, yet my stomach remained stubbornly empty. Later, Angela gave birth to a daughter without issue, and the Cardone family celebrated like crazy. I was happy for her, but bitter too. The pressure on me only grew stronger, so eventually I decided to go through IVF.

I was a mother, a college dropout, and had no job. I wanted to crawl under a rock and die, but then my daughter looked up at me with those beautiful eyes. They had the same sparkle as her father’s. I had to be strong for her. I couldn’t let her see me like this. So I wiped my tears away, straightened up, and walked out of the NICU. I promised I would make a life for us with or without Malcolm.

I told her we would be home in seven days, and that she should bring Hunter back home first. A man with what Hunter had picked up at the hotel would pass it to Vera within a week. I waited. The PI sent more photos of Vera and Hunter in bed. I gritted through the disgust and saved every frame. I opened a streaming account and went live. Because of Vera's New Year's Day broadcast, my face already had attention. The chat flooded in, full of insults. I let it run for ten seconds. Then I started telling the story. "My five-year-old daughter has been physically abused by her own mother. Here's the medical record."

——————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.