Romans & histoires Not Your Daughter Anymore

“It is from this body you were given life.” I am not sure how she wants me to respond. She’s not my mother. I am forbidden to call her that. I was once her daughter, but not now. Not anymore. “Hate me if you will.” She says with an indifferent tone. “One day soon you will realize the harsh realities of life.” “I am familiar with them already, your grace.” I answer flatly. “You only understand the world as you know it. From fairytales and naive observations.” She retorts.

"Oh, that's right. Mary left this in the bus yesterday. I wanted to return it to her today." I stared at the hair clip. It was the same one that I had clipped into her hair yesterday morning. Why? Why did everyone say that I didn't have a daughter? Why didn't Marilyn's records exist even in the police database? "Are you alright, Mrs. Lopez?" Oliver asked, looking at me worriedly. I shook my head. My mind was a mess. Just then, I recalled something important. "Oliver, your father…" Oliver's eyes dimmed. "He passed away a year ago," he murmured.

The Moretti Don who never bowed to anyone, the father who had always been so stern and unfeeling. "Let him in," I finally said. He raised me. I couldn't be completely heartless. Ten minutes later, a soaked Don Moretti was brought to my office. "Alessia..." his voice was broken. "My daughter..." "I am not your daughter." I kept my back to him, staring out the window. "Your daughter is dead. She died in that cell." "No, you're alive! I know I was wrong, but you are my blood..." "I am Alessia O'Connell." I turned, my eyes devoid of warmth. "And you are my enemy."

"I don't what us to live in this house anymore" "What do you mean by that?" "I want us to live in our own house. I don't want us to live with your family members anymore especially Natasha" "But I can't leave my father in his critical condition. Please rethink your decision" "I've made up my mind. If you love me, then you respect my wish"I said and left him in anger. _________Evans_______

"How would your parents be disappointed? You're not even their biological daughter…" The moment the words left his mouth, Aaron quickly corrected himself. "Besides, don't they already have another daughter now? And college entrance exam scores don't define a person anyway. You're talented no matter where you go. You'll shine anywhere." Remembering what the floating comments had said, I stared directly into his eyes. "What about Yvonne Brooks?" "Her?" Aaron sneered with obvious disdain. "That real daughter they just brought back? She has no manners and no class. Even if she gets into university, she won't amount to much."

Only a few years had passed since then, but everything had changed drastically. I was no longer Mom and Dad's "precious baby daughter" who needed to be spoiled. Instead, they painted me as a jealous, petty, and unreasonable brat. I looked Dad straight in the eye and said, "Well, I'm sorry that you gave birth to a jealous, petty daughter like me. But it's fine now. I'm not your daughter anymore!" Dad's face turned dark.

“Didn’t you say you wanted nothing to do with us? Then let it remain that way. Leave.” She shoves my shoulder. I lose my balance and hit the floor hard. Pain shoots through me as more tears spill freely. “Mom—” “Don’t call me that,” she snaps. “You stopped being my daughter the day you walked out of this house. The day you married that useless man and disobeyed us.” Her voice drops, cold and final. “To this family, our daughter is dead.” Dead. The word pounds in my head. Dead. Dead. Dead.

The documentary I did with agency had died down even before it saw the break of the sunlight. I sat on the kitchen table holding a half-filled glass of water. I opened my phone and browsed the foundation website to see their latest activities. I researched the updates; the foundation's website loaded slowly on my screen. I scrolled through the latest update; there were new research findings, treatment numbers, and a partnership announcement with a hospital network in Singapore. The numbers were larger than last quarter, and the reach was wider. I put the phone face down; my life had been different some months back. I had been in Charles's house; we had been a couple, and everything was going

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

I utter softly, and blood drains from her face. Father stares at me like he can't recognize me. But really I don't care. "Noelle, you don't mean that," his voice cracks, laced with utter disbelief. I let out a sarcastic laugh. "You don't want to believe it, do you? Now, listen to me carefully. I am no longer your daughter. I am married now. And trust me, you don't want to piss my husband off. Go back to Haden and tell him that I was never his in the first place. I sincerely hope you'll get better."