Not Without My Daughter Real Story Novelas e Histórias

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.

She drew in a deep breath, her finger digging into her Tangled locks "And one faithful day, my husband returned, and on that same day, there was news all over the place that Mr Black Donovan passed away due to an illness. I knew my husband was a personal doctor to him but that was not my problem at the moment as my priority was my kidnapped daughter. And that very day by midnight, my daughter was dropped right in front of our house, untouched," She said making my brows crease deeply

When I woke up, the sharp scent of disinfectant filled my nose. Every inch of my body ached, and a heavy grogginess weighed me down. A nurse informed me that I had collapsed on my front doorstep the night before. It was a neighbor who found me and brought me to the hospital. Out of nowhere, my son, Jackson Walker's voice, rang in my mind. "Ms. Moore." He was referring to Sophia Moore—my husband, Mason Walker's, first love.

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.

My voice comes out low, trembling with the kind of fury that has been building since the day she first looked at me like I was dirt on her son's shoes. "I have been hunted and shot at by goons and thugs for something I had no idea about,” I whisper lethally. “I just found out my husband is not only a mafia don, but that he kidnapped my daughter. The man I love is lying in the operating room fighting for his life because he tried to go and save her. The daughter in question is scheduled for surgery next week but is still nowhere to be found.” I pause long enough to let her absorb my words. “So if you think, Elaine,” I continue, “that your nonsensical drama is something I can fit into my life

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…"

♡VIRANICA POV♡ I thought to end my life after knowing that I'm the daughter of the person who stolen my prince smile for me he is everything but the person called my dad took everything from my prince still my prince loved me still now whatever I seen is a lie I'm the daughter of a cruel man mom is not my real mom I'm her adopted daughter but why mom never said this to me ¤FLASHBACK¤ I'm waiting for prince to speak then only my mobile vibrated

he said when he climbed back in, his voice low, “that news story about the fugitive mother… that’s you.” I didn’t answer, fear tightening in my chest. “Fifty thousand dollars.” “You can let me out right here if you want.” “Relax. I’m not turning you in.” He glanced at me. “I have a daughter. Got pregnant at nineteen. The guy left her and told everyone she was trying to trap him.” His eyes flicked to my stomach. “She’s doing okay now. Kid’s five. But it was rough for a long time.” “Thank you,” I whispered, throat tight.