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

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

"Everyone, come take a look! This is the woman who incited her daughter to harm herself for money! She lost her job and her daughter was expelled, yet she's still hanging around! No wonder her man left her. A woman like her brings nothing but bad luck!" She grew more animated, now stepping forward to point at my daughter. "And this little liar! Raised without a father, she's already lying and cheating at such a young age! She's only gonna get worse when she grows up! I think she should be sent to juvenile prison!" "Shut your mouth!" My blood boiled, and I yelled. "I'll say what I want!" She put her hands on her hips. "If you don't want people to talk about it, don't do it, crazy woman! And t

“Don’t tell me you forgot to dance with your father?” Dad sighed and made himself look pathetic. I didn’t want to make it this way. It just that there were so many things that happened before this and I was still in the frenzy state of believing whether I am in the reality world or not. “You will give me a chance to dance with you, right my dearest daughter?” Even thought my feet hurts, it will be unfair for my father not to have the chance to dance with me after I danced with two men. After all, today is my birthday and the night he announced me to the world as Nadia Wyatt.

- "Are you sure everything is all right?" "I have never been so sure in my life. This was an accident and luckily I didn't die. I fell off a cliff, there was a river down there with lots of rocks, and my face got hit hard, but I'm fine now. Now it's your turn." "My daughter is involved with the wrong people and is getting lost in drugs. I am at a loss, I don't know what to do anymore to try to open her eyes. I don't know what to say anymore, I am a terrible mother."

A thing that could be said to be almost impossible at all, even he could only stammer to answer the question. "Actually, it's been a very long time since I visited the hospital because after all this is a very, very difficult thing, after I found out that I didn't have long to live and I had to spend a lot of money, I decided not to go back home. the pain is because I don't have money. That's why I tried to meet my daughter but the daughter didn't care about me at all. That's pretty much the story and I hope I can get the money to go to the best hospital and get the best treatment.”

She was much more braver when she told me her story though, unlike her daughter. I took another deep breath and looked at the fire the whole remaining time I resumed with the story. It was the only way I could speak about this without pausing every five seconds to pick up the shards of my breaking heart. I didn’t care if it made him feel like I was avoiding his gaze because I was lying with another cover up story. It was just the only way I could talk about it. I told him everything, without skipping any details. I told him about the rape, the escape, the fake father on paper, how normal and simple our life was in Seattle, and how it was all going perfectly… until it wasn’t.

"I want my money and payment for the time I wasted listening to your disgusting lies." "I don't have the money. I'm willing to go to jail, but please let me just say goodbye to my daughter." As she pointed towards Claire, his eyes darted toward the bed and he noticed her. "Oh, that's your daughter. And when I asked you if you had any children, you said hell no! But you are a proud mother, aren't you?" "Yes, I am proud of my daughter Claire." "Interesting. So, what is wrong with her?" "Well, she had a hole in her heart and I didn't have the money. I didn't know what else to do, and I saw an opportunity and I grabbed it."

i suppose some of you after you read my story will think im some kind of monster a pervert for the way i successfully seduced my own daughter but you know what i really dont give a shit i am balls deep in the hottest creamiest cunt ive ever had the pleasure of sticking my dick into plus i have the satisfaction of knowing that every time i fuck my daughter im sticking it to my ex wife of course shed have us both arrested if she learned whats going on but there isnt much chance of that happening as far as anyone here knows im just putting my daughter up while she goes to college and lauras certainly not going to tell her mom whats going on for one thing she loves me and the fucking she gets fr

I begged, tears streaming down my face, "Mom, please listen to me! It's not like that; why won't you just hear me out—" Before I could finish, a series of slaps left me dazed, stars dancing in my vision. As she paused to catch her breath, her voice cut through the air, cold and sharp. "How did I end up with such a shameless daughter? You're the third wheel, and you're accusing her of being the other woman! Get out of my face! I don't have a daughter as pathetic as you!"

But the whispers around me cut sharper than chalk. “Is she seriously starting college at her age?” “Maybe she flunked a dozen times.” “Or maybe she just couldn’t get in anywhere before.” "I heard that she is the famous billionaire's mistress" Laughter rippled. I stared straight ahead, chewing on the inside of my cheek. I wanted to scream that I had a six-year-old daughter I was raising on my own, that I’d worked jobs most of them couldn’t survive for a week, that I’d built a life out of nothing while they still lived off their parents’ wallets. But what good would it do?