Not Without My Daughter Real Story Novels & Stories

It wasn't until later in the night that Lumi finally slept more soundly. I was sad that she was going to be leaving the next day. She was my daughter who had stayed by my side through thick and thin for the past six years, after all. Once she returned to Logan's side, she'd likely hear rumors about me—that I was a lowly woman without integrity who seduced the CEO for money, then ran off with "break-up" money. That was probably for the best. I hoped that Lumi would forget me quickly. When I would be mentioned again, I would no longer be her mother. I would just be a liar and a vain narcissist.

As I stepped into the private lounge, a young girl dashed straight into my arms. Just then, Brenda called out from behind her, "Slow down, sweetheart!" I crouched and gently stroked the girl's head. Her delicate, porcelain-like features and bright eyes were an unmistakable reflection of Brenda. Brenda walked over, her face lighting up as she took my hand. "Athena, it's been too long. "This is my daughter, Abigail. You held her right after she was born. She's the same age as Jackson."

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.

On the third day, Leah was suddenly struck and killed by a car. When the cops asked me to identify Neil's body, I refused. Without a marriage certificate, Neil and I had no legal relationship. After everything had settled, I went to the young priest's church to find him and got a protective charm for Ella. Neil's feelings for me were fake, but my feelings for my daughter were real. From then on, my daughter and I were finally able to live our lives to the fullest.

When she fell asleep over a report after working late, she woke up with his jacket over her shoulders and a cup of warm water on the table. Everything felt just right. Clara came by a few times. Her gaze grew intense. That afternoon, when Alexander went out to take a call, Clara sat down across from Cecilia. “There’s something I have wanted to tell you,” Clara said softly. Cecilia looked up. Clara held her cup. She paused for a few seconds before she continued, “Alexander’s not your father’s and my biological son. When you were little, your health wasn’t good. We visited an orphanage for charity work and met him there. He had a terrible temper back then. He wouldn’t let anyone touch him. But

My ex-wife, Lillian Harmon, managed to find out where my daughter, Rosetta Coleman, and I were living now, though I had no idea how she did it. She kept hanging around my doorstep, demanding that I let her in. Having reached the end of my rope, I threw the door open and gave her a stern warning. "Ma'am, if you continue to trespass on private property, I'll call the cops!" At those words, her expression hardened. Confusion and disbelief clouded her face. "Daniel, you weren't like this before… We've been married for a decade…"

“Money is the best man a woman like me can have. — I'm not going to stay here for long, I intend to go see my daughter, even if her husband doesn't want me there, I'm going to ask her forgiveness and tell her the whole truth. “Are you crazy? You'll have to tell me who I really was, forget it, I don't want anyone to know where I came from. — I should have thought about it earlier, now that I have my head on straight, I want her to know everything, that I was an absent father because of the pressure of everyday life, that I suffered to keep the company on its feet, that I didn't stop to know how she really was. “You're just forgetting one small detail.

I took a deep breath and licked my lower lip, glancing at the door and then back at him. “My office is soundproof. No one can hear us. Don’t worry,” he said. I nodded, inhaled deeply, and faced him with all the confidence I had. I had been hiding this for a long time, because my husband and I never had children. “Ameryl… Ameryl is not my real daughter,” I said softly. He froze. He heard me loud and clear, probably even hearing the rapid pounding of my heart. “As I told you, I had difficulty getting pregnant. I had one miscarriage, and I was devastated. If not for my husband taking care of me, I might have been consumed by depression.”

Yarden Stone had been cheating on me for three years, yet he had hidden the other woman so well that I could never catch him. Once, I found a lace choker in the back seat of his car. It still held someone’s body warmth. More than once, I had noticed fresh bite marks behind his ear. Every time, I would lose my mind. I would tear the house apart and demand to know who the woman was. Yarden would always frown wearily. “Lily, how long are you going to keep suspecting me of cheating? If you’re going to accuse me, then at least find the woman you claim I’m seeing.” I started following him around twenty-four hours a day. I even called all our friends and relatives and had them wait outside hote

Then at me. “I deserve that.” “Your man put his hands through a school fence and told my daughter her mother sent him. She was missing for eleven minutes. Her bond collapsed. I bled into her mouth on a school cot to keep her alive.” I step inside and the door shuts behind me. “So whatever you were hoping, reconsider.”