Not Without My Daughter Real Story Novels & Stories

"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.

Money was already scarce, and she wasn’t about to waste it on an ungrateful child. Unfortunately, the institution was a scam. Once the money went in, it never came back out. When Mom threw one of her usual tantrums, several burly men beat her and tossed her outside. She never dared go back again. Only then did she finally realize that I had guaranteed her previously comfortable life. She began frantically calling and messaging me, even asking where I worked so she could come find me. However, Mira blocked every attempt. I had worked in Halcyon City for five years, and Mom didn’t even know which city I lived in.

Joe shouted as she ran out of the room. "Please promise, you will spare me a d allow me see my daughter if I confess? I will tell the whole truth, everything I know " The elderly nurse said. "It depends, just start talking or die." Jayden responded. "Well, my son was killed by you people a few years ago and my daughter was taken. My husband was owing a huge sum of money and instead of paying back, he joined another mafia cult, spilling your secrets in order to gain protection and never pay back the money he owes. But things did go his way, our home was raided, my son try fighting but got killed alongside his father and my only child and daughter was taken by your men." The woman said with ho

Hearing my daughter's pained screams, I was racked with guilt. In desperation, my parents and I drained our savings to buy control over Tony's challenges. I did it anonymously through a friend's account, shelling out 1.5 million dollars. Alicia's eyes lit up at the sight of the cash, and Tony's next challenges were safe ones, like sorting out a mountain of green beans. My little girl could finally heal, the fear fading away. I never saw it coming, though. Alicia took the money and still decided to send Tony through the Saharain Desert a week later. I was livid, ready to give her a piece of my mind, but she simply blocked me, leaving me shouting into the void.

I’ve never truly lived. No. This wasn’t life. This was a nightmare. Outside my door, raised voices cut through the silence. “Maxwell, you can't do this to our only daughter!” My mother’s voice rang out, sharp and furious. “She’s supposed to go to school. She has plans, dreams! You can’t take that from her just because some man waved money in your face! This decision you're trying to impose is insane. You're literally selling our daughter out to some guy she knows nothing about.”,

I asked loosening my tie and unbuttoning the first two buttons on my shirt… I went to the bar and poured myself a shot of whiskey. “We’re here… because you killed our daughter” her father fumed. “We’ve been over this Henry, I did nothing to your daughter… she lied to me, I asked her to leave, she threw herself off a building. Now stop this nonsense before I stop playing nice” I said, knocking back the shot of whiskey and proceeded to pour another.

“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.

She grabs one and wipes her eyes aggressively. "It was 5pm and lira was excited to see her daddy come ,"she sniffs loudly as she paused mid sentence to catch her breath. "He decided to go for a evening run because he was stressed out and my daughter wanted to follow because she loves running with her daddy,I was sceptical at first because she didn't even want to do her homework ,but still let her go anywhere," "How long did you realize that they had been Missing," "It had been four hours already ,I tried to sniff out their scent but I couldn't.....Its like they disappeared into thin air . My daughter was raped and discarded ,"She suddenly bursted into tears .

My damn story. How was it possible that I had fallen in love with him? The man who, without knowing, was tied to my story from before I was born. It was as if we were trapped in a plot written by hands that loved irony. Me, the daughter of Silvana Morais’s damn affair, given up for adoption like a dirty secret. And him, widower of the legitimate daughter, who grew up surrounded by everything I was denied. How do you ignore that? How do you just accept it?

The couple who walked in looked exactly like what they were: hustlers who had survived on nerve and other people’s trouble. The man started shouting before he sat down. “What gives you the right to disappear our daughter?” The woman followed with a louder performance. “She gave fifteen years to your house and this is how you treat her?” My mother didn’t raise her voice. “Sit down before I have you removed.” They didn’t. The man pointed at me. “This whole mess started with her.” I laughed, and it hurt. “You’re not here for Sofia,” I said. The woman snapped toward me. “What?”