Not Without My Daughter Real Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I roared angrily. I admitted that in that moment, I truly wished I didn't have a daughter like her. But Hannah cruelly hung up the phone, leaving me with one last remark. "It's your own fault for favoring sons. If you hadn't given birth to Rodney, none of this would have happened." I was at my wits' end, but I couldn't just let Rodney die. In the footage, I went around begging everyone I knew for help. I even grovelled before former colleagues just to borrow money.

“The Miami project has been losing money for three months. I will go there and fix it.” In my past life, my father took the trust fund my mother left me, and all of it ended up in Seraphina's pocket. When things got bad, I asked her for fifty thousand dollars. She laughed and transferred thirty thousand with a note that said her sister loved her. I learned my lesson, and I refused to make the same mistake again.

Then at me. “I deserve that.” “Your man put his hands through a school fence and told my daughter her mother sent him. She was missing for eleven minutes. Her bond collapsed. I bled into her mouth on a school cot to keep her alive.” I step inside and the door shuts behind me. “So whatever you were hoping, reconsider.”

I don't care. And that little girl can never be my daughter. I don't have a daughter. I am all alone in this world. It's been seven years. How could I have a seven years old daughter without me knowing? She lied to me. She told me once before that she was only stressed. That only meant one thing.

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?”

"I would not lie to you son,I will tell you the truth..It was on a night when my only daughter fell from the stairs.. I carried her into the car and drive into the hospital. On the way,My car hit a young lady and I can't just watch her die..She was bleeding seriously so I carried her along to the hospital After waiting for hours,The doctor broke the news to me that my daughter is dead😭 The other lady was alive but she lost her memory..There was no way to contact any of her relatives so I called her Lucy,I named her after my late daughter and since then she believed I am her father"The old man explained "She is Sophia not Lucy..I know this lady so well,I know her family..My family knows her

I was determined to get her back once it would all stand on legal grounds. But when I came for her, I got myself a package deal. Turns out I have a 14 year old daughter. But when Vicky started to share it all with me I wondered if I should tell her about the past 15 years. How do you tell the woman you love that her father worker for the mafia and that's what got him killed?

" I wiped my tears and squeezed my daughter's cold, tiny hands. I gathered myself and walked out. I met Justin and Kelly on my way out. When he saw me, Justin sneered, "Hey, the heroic female captain is here. "What's wrong with you? Didn't you say that our daughter was dying? Your daughter is dead, yet you're still in the mood for an interview?" A dash of anger surged into my mind. Without thinking, I grabbed his collar and shouted angrily, "Justin, what nonsense are you talking about? "That's your daughter!" Justin pushed me away. He sneered, "What kind of rubbish daughter was she? I think you've taught this daughter to be just as selfish as you!

Someone had exchanged my daughter with her after I gave birth. Since Eric was not a nice guy and my previous incident traumatized me, I got a paternity test with Cecelia. I had not expected such a result. But if Cecelia was not my biological daughter, I began to wonder where my daughter was. I did not hesitate to call the cops and tell them about it. The cop frowned when he heard of such a thing. “We have yet to find this kid’s parents. Plus, you’ve been raising her. I wonder if you would like to adopt her.”