Novel & Cerita Not Without My Daughter Real Story

"It's a business partner's child. I was just holding on to it for them." From then on, his business trips became frequent. He even missed our daughter's birthday. Until that one trip, when he just happened to be on the same ill-fated cruise as Becca. "Mom, my knee hurts…" Her tearful voice yanked me back to the present. I looked at the beads of blood welling on her scraped skin, then remembered the fury in Robert's eyes when he shoved her. Suddenly, the eight years of our marriage felt like a surreal, absurd dream.

Just before the new school term started, my daughter's parent group chat, which had been quiet for ages, suddenly announced that the first parent-teacher meeting of the semester would be held that night. The rule was: both parents had to attend. A long string of "Got it" followed. I was about to reply when I noticed someone had beaten me to it. A guy with a family photo as his profile picture sent a voice message. "I'm Emma Sullivan's dad. We'll be there!" I froze. I clicked into the member list and checked repeatedly. My daughter's name was Emma Sullivan. He said he was Emma's dad. Then who the hell was I? I immediately called my wife. Before I could say a word, I heard her cheerful v

Tell me everything from the first. Me - I am Suraj Bhatt. My 19-year-old daughter Aradhiya Bhatt is missing. Last night she was coming home from her friend's wedding. She informed me that she was just 10 minutes away from home. After that, she didn't contact and never reached home. Someone might have kidnapped her. I don't tell him about the video. How can I show him my daughter's molestation video!! Moreover, in that video without that psycho's voice and Aradhiya's screaming nothing was visible.

I look at my mom and she takes her eyes down. "I have one question before I leave your precious house of dirt, secret and lies. I know you will never see me as your daughter. I'll never be good enough for you with whatever I do to please you my father. I no longer give a damn about your approval and love.I don't give a fuck about you and what you want Mr president. I am no longer going to put my happiness aside for you. I am done. Am I your biological daughter?"I ask looking into his eyes. He blinks and laughs.

How could this have happened? This wasn't real. This had to be a dream. He had to be dreaming. Clive pinched himself hard. "Ouch!" He exclaimed. This wasn't a dream. This was his reality. He was a new father. But he had lost the love of his life. How could he go on? How could he raise a child without Sarah by his side? Just then, there was a soft knock on the door. A nurse walked in holding a bundle wrapped in a soft pink blanket. "Mr. Maxwell?" She said. "I'd like you to meet your daughter."

I asked and she nodded immediately without hesitating. “We thought she was never going to make it, never knew you were this strong, your real family must have nine Lives.” Mum trailed off and brushed off the tears welling down my eyes. “I really didn't want things to be like this but there was no other way. My daughter fell in love with the same man.” I walked to the wall and held on to it as the tears finally started rolling down my cheeks.

When my mom answered my call, her voice trembled with emotion. “Carol, you finally called me! It’s been so many years since you’ve come home. How have you been? I heard you started a company—is it tiring…” I cut her off. “You should come pick up your daughter. She’s at the Kentridge Police Station.” “What?” I briefly explained the situation and was about to hang up when my mom burst into sobs. “Carol, you’re my real daughter. We’ve already disowned Leila. I don’t want to bring her back—I want to bring you home. Please, would you come home?”

Aurora collapsed to the floor, and in an instant, bright red blood spread beneath her. Even in that moment, she reached out and said “Mom” with the last ounce of her strength. She was looking straight at me and calling out to me! I had raised her for twelve years. How could there not be love between us? She was innocent. This was all Sam and Jennifer’s fault! I buried my face in my hands and wept in silence. There was no home invasion, no gas leak, and no explosion. I was the one who had killed my daughter.

"Welcome back, sister. We've been waiting for you to wake up." Here, in this family with no shared blood, I felt a warmth I hadn't known in years. I slowly sat up, feeling the strength returning to my body. "Mom," my voice was calm and firm, "from this day forward, Alessia Moretti is dead." "I am your daughter." The moment the words left my lips, I felt a sense of release I had never known. The girl who humbled herself for her family, the woman tormented by poison, the daughter wronged by her loved ones. She was dead.

“I’m too old to know about these trendy things.” Taylor hesitated a little before pulling out her phone. She tapped on something and passed her phone to me. “Have a look at this.” On her phone screen, Lydia and Ben were crying as they complained. The title was shocking. [An Evil Mother Abandoned Her Own Daughter And Left With All Her Money!] In the video, Lydia was tearing up as she sobbed. “My husband and I feel very pressured at work, and we still have to take care of both of our parents.