Not Without My Daughter Real Story Novels & Stories

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.

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

♡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.

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.