Not Without My Daughter Real Story の小説・ストーリー

"100 bucks? I'm your mother! You're worth hundreds of millions, and you give me 100?" "I've paid you the money you spent raising me," I said calmly. "This 100 bucks is charity for a stranger on the street. Not a dollar more." I looped my arm through Mason's and walked into the building. Behind me came my mother's desperate wailing, quickly swallowed by the howling winter wind. She had spent her life chasing dignity. In the end, she lost it in the most undignified way possible and became a joke. - Six months later.

You also told me not to cause trouble with Dad, that he was still my father and I'd still have to rely on him in the future. She finished the last buckle and looked up with slightly red eyes. I felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing my heart. "I'm sorry," I said. "It wasn't your fault," she replied, hugging me briefly. "Mom, you can't let him off easy again in this life. You have to fight—not for wealth, but for your own dignity." I nodded. "I will fight."

"Are you blind? Heidi is the boss’s daughter! Where did this knockoff come from? Since when does she get to take my daughter's things?" The girl opened her eyes, stood up, and looked down at me like I was dirt. She grabbed a glass from the table and smashed it against my head, then spat at me. "Unbelievable," she snapped. "My mom is Stella, the CEO of Dixon Corporation, and my dad's one of the top executives. I'm their precious daughter. You call me a fake again, and I'll have my mom shut you up for good!" The room tilted. My legs almost gave out.

Ana, her daughter, with a birthday hat topped with a number five, worn on her head, silently looked at her with eyes that was once bright in the morning, gone completely lifeless at this time. Her pouty lips thinning. “It’s past my birthday now,” Ana paused, her gaze at the piece of cake in front of her was silent but hard, the hat she worn drooping as she lowered her head. “We didn’t get to celebrate my birthday…. at all,” she finished, looking worn out for her age. A moment of silence enveloped the two of them, gloom hovering above their heads. Quite suffocating.. “Mommy… does daddy really have another kid other than me?” she asked, coughing, the blush she had from excitement earlier faded

Come back! "I was wrong! I'll give everything back to you! I'll trade my life!" "Forum, can you hear me? I'll trade! Bring my sister back!" But the countdown had already begun. No matter how much they regretted it, it was too late. I felt a wave of lightness. A soft white glow wrapped around me. Maybe this was fine, too. Goodbye. In the next life, let's not meet again. Being Dad's daughter hurt too much.

he answered "Seriously? You didn't tell me you have a daughter! What about her mom?" I asked, feeling surprised "Daughter? Where did I mention that she is my daughter" he fired back with a question "Oh! Sorry, then why is she staying with you If she isn't your daughter?" I asked, confused already "She isn't my daughter, Kiara. She has no father nor mother" he explained "Oh! Such a pity! She is too beautiful to be an orphan" I muttered calmly

No I am not, " she whispered helplessly . " I need to go back to Pakistan today , my daughter is severely ill , and there is no one to take care of her . She has only me in this world , I am scared for my daughter " she whispered / cried . " Her father ?" I couldn't help but ask . " He left us and married someone else , it's just me for her now " her voice held an emptiness which broke my heart . Here I was feeling grateful for my husband and easy life and here this woman is going through so much .

“She’s seven. She’s… she’s like us, Mom. A Mystic. A powerful one–” “You have a daughter?” Dad’s voice booms through the room. I close my eyes for a moment. “Yes.” “Blake?” Mom shakes her head, pain etched through the word, my name. “How–” “We were very young,” I explain, opening my eyes, and then… I tell them everything. I have to. Every detail spills out of me like a storm until I’m out of breath. The breakup, the pregnancy, the deal I made with Marianna to stay out of their lives, and the money available to her. How everything I’ve done, every lie I’ve told over the past decade, has been for her. For them.

Douglas frowned, tapping his foot restlessly against the floor. “Someone from our department is feeding them information,” he said. His voice was low, dangerous, as he processed his own words. When I arrived home, it was past 10 PM. Sonia must have waited up and fallen asleep by now. With my job on the line, it was hard to have a mother-daughter moment with my baby. Sometimes my mom picked her up from school if she was off duty from the small coffee restaurant she’s been running for seven years. She started it after quitting her job at the valet company because of what happened years ago. The rumors didn’t just ruin me. They took everything we had. We had to relocate to another state for a f

With no commitments and nothing holding me back, I was able to climb the ranks quicker than most, and in so doing, I have been able to sock away most of my wealth over the years since there was nothing and no one to spend it on. I think maybe somewhere in the back of my mind, I was hoping for this day, but now that it was here, I have no idea what the next steps should be. Seeing Celine broken and alone in that hospital bed was about the worst outcome I could’ve imagined, and then there was my daughter. My daughter. Just thinking the words fills me with a feeling I cannot describe. I have a child, a beautiful girl who looks just like me. a girl whose life has been hell because her father was