Not Your Daughter Anymore Novels & Stories

" Scream. I cross my arms, not looking away from his gaze. I'm doing this for your own good, even if it seems rude. "Then act like one and listen. I'm your daughter and I've been taking care of you since we arrived, I thought I'd get out of bed after a few days, it's been two months! Two fucking months and nothing! " I exclaim, throwing my hands up, showing all my indignation. She narrows her eyes and gives up looking at me. " Leave me alone. She asks and I shake my head. " Not. "Amelia..." " No, Dona Anna Maria. I'm not going to watch you slowly fade away, I'm here and I demand that you fight and recover.

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?”

I had simply survived by chance, and somehow, I had to endure all of this. When Dad came home from work and saw me covered in welts and shivering, he finally snapped and argued with Mom. "Kendra, enough! Lily has suffered more than enough!" "She's suffering?" Mom shrieked, tears streaming down her face. "I lost my son... I'm the one who's suffering!" She clutched her belly. "If it weren't for Beau, I would've given up on life a long time ago!" Dad looked at her and shut his eyes wearily. "Wake up! Beau is gone. Lily is our daughter, not Beau's replacement."

"Y-You ungrateful snake!" Nelson shook so hard that his whole body rattled. He couldn't catch his breath, clutching his chest as he hacked violently, his face turning a deep, ugly purple. That money was supposed to be his retirement fund. His last lifeline. Now, it had become the final nail sealing his coffin shut. "There's more good news," I said calmly, watching him fall apart. "The Lilith you loved so much is actually the maid's daughter. You pampered someone else's child for years. And for her sake, you personally destroyed your real daughter and your own company."

"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

“We’re very sorry for your loss. The patient suffered acute heart dysfunction. We did everything we could, but we arrived too late.” “It’s your fault!” Isabella turned on Don, striking his chest with her fists. “Why did you lock her in that basement? Why did you punish her?” Don didn’t move. He didn’t defend himself. He simply stood there and let her hit him. “Mama, please,” Eva said gently, stepping forward. “Be rational. Papa couldn’t have predicted this. There’s no point blaming him now.” “No,” Isabella sobbed, wiping at her tears. “I will blame him. Tell me, Adrian—are you satisfied now? Your least favorite daughter is gone.”

Her whispers got through to his ears, as his wolf flopped down, listless, silver eyes dulling and a drop of tears fell to his fur. “I don’t hate you.” Lancer quietly retorted, biting his lower lip. Ana's eyes curved, still with no sparkles like she once had. Just something… that of being relieved. One that children this age should have never learned, but was forced to learn. And it’s because of him.. that his daughter becomes a wolfless being on their pack, future bleak as she is to be ostracized and outcasted at her coming of age. “...” “So can you not be my dad anymore?”

"Don't tell anyone. Especially not Celia." If you mess with Don DeLuca's daughter, you're finished. After saying that, I hung up. The heavy encrypted phone slipped from my hand and sank silently into the expensive silk sheets. At that moment, the noise outside flooded back into my senses — not just the music, but men's rough laughter, the sound of leather rubbing, and the crisp clinking of glasses. Tonight was Celia's birthday. The girl I once begged my father to adopt, the one I defended and called "sister."

“You’ve certainly been generous. You care more about your adopted daughter than your own biological child. “I’ve only been gone a few years, and you already let my daughter end up like this? “And what’s going on with the birthday party outside? Isn’t today Alessia’s birthday? Why is Bianca’s name written on the cake?” Father’s face turned pale as paper. “Isabella, let me explain—” “I don’t want to hear it.” Mamma stood up and walked to my bedside, pulling my head gently into her arms. “Alessia, do you still want to stay here?”

“Yna, I want you to become the responsible person you used to be. I want you to take charge of our company, so you can finally do something worthwhile and meaningful. But how can you do that when you keep wasting your time on foolishness? Instead of growing into a good woman, you act as if you belong on the streets.” She only scoffed and turned her back on him, refusing to listen to another lecture. She hated arguing with him, because deep down, it hurt her too — but she would never let anyone see how much it affected her. “Yna, why are you doing this? You were never like this before. Where is the daughter I once knew?” Her father’s voice was filled with sadness. “That Yna Maria is gone fore