Not Your Daughter Anymore Novels & Stories

“Pack your things. I don’t want to come home and find you there.” “But Dad, I’m your daughter.” “That’s right—by blood. But from this moment, you are no longer my daughter.” The flowers slipped from her hands and landed on the floor. She looked at me as if I had ripped her heart in half. But mine wasn’t spared either.

A year ago, when I left for a classified project, Stella had her arms around my neck, crying, begging me to come back soon. I missed them so much that I forced a two-year project into one. I came back today to surprise them. Instead, I found my daughter chained like a dog. And somehow, Stella had a different husband. My teeth clenched so hard that it hurt. I grabbed the maid in front of me and threw her to the ground. Then I lunged at the girl, yanked the crown off her head, and tore the dress right off her. "Since when did my daughter's things belong to you?" I said, voice low and shaking. "I didn't realize the Dixons had sunk so low that some side piece's kid gets to run her mouth here. Gu

Beside him, the heavy woman's lips quivered twice before she finally forced out a full sentence: "You… you're… an Alpha." I didn't wait for her to finish, cutting in coldly to send them off. "And since the two of you carried out a sale years ago, we, as the adopting party, can sue for damages. If you're smart, you'll take your daughter and leave now." "Pfft. Worthless girl. A drain on us wherever she goes. I thought I'd at least squeeze a few coins out of this trip, and now there's not a cent, and you'd have me paying out of my own pocket?"

Before the door closed behind her, she tossed one last line over her shoulder. "Jason, don't forget. I'm the one who gave you a son now." "That dead woman. She's useless." The chapel door clicked shut. Jason slid down against the casket and buried his face in his hands. On the surveillance feed, I watched his shoulders shake. Pathetic. You don't appreciate someone when they're alive. You only cry when they're gone. Then my phone buzzed with a text from my father. "They will pay. Every last one of them."

Before a gathering of New York's underworld Families, I slipped into the vintage Chanel gown my mother had left me. As I looked in the mirror, my seven-year-old daughter suddenly said, "Mommy, it doesn't matter what you wear. You're always the ugliest one." Just like that, all the joy the gown had brought me disappeared. It wasn't the first time my daughter had said something cruel. Once, the FBI took me in for questioning and kept me for three days. The moment I got home, I wrapped her in my arms and asked if she'd missed me. She only shrugged. "No, Mommy. You're too stupid. Smart people don't get caught." My husband, Vincent, said sternly, "You can't talk to her like that. We're a fam

She's a manor but that has got nothing to do with that artist whose scandal had brought nothing to womanhood but shame. “Not an orphan girl, a supposed orphan. I am her biological father and I am still alive. My daughter is not an orphan” Larry snapped at her. How can his daughter be referred to as an orphan? “My bad. I'm sorry” Jasmine apologised. She could perceive the affection of a father who has lost his daughter for many years in Mr Larry's words and tone. He read everything about her and when he read that she suddenly disappeared from the city a few years ago, he felt despondent.

I wanted to see how well that loving mother and daughter would manage once their financial backbone—me—was gone. Mira fell silent for two seconds on the phone, then asked in disbelief, "You’re really not going to deal with your mom and sister anymore?" There was excitement and relief in her voice. I let out a long breath and nodded. "That’s right. I’m done." The moment I said it, it felt like a massive shackle had fallen off my body. I felt lighter, so much lighter. Even the heavy gloom that had weighed on me since returning home suddenly lifted, replaced by a strange sense of clarity.

With utter disdain, I retorted, "If you think I'm going to forgive you, don't bother. Because I don't care about you anymore." I had almost already died once, so now it was time to start anew. Why should I bother getting angry about these useless things? "Go find your daughter. Rhea is your real daughter, anyway. I won't bother you guys anymore. Just let me live my own life."

Summer woke up to my parents hugging each other in tears. She said mockingly, "You can drop the act. Even if Sienna is alive, she won't want to be your daughter. You two were much crueller than I was. Sienna wouldn't have been so miserable if it weren't for you two." Summer no longer cared about anything. Every single sentence she said was to provoke them. In the end, my parents left the hospital in a huff. They spent the next few days handling my funeral.

“You’ll serve your time.” “What?” she breathed. “No…no, you can’t do that…” Gina rose from her seat, collecting her handbag. “Maybe this is what you need, Posy. A reality check.” “Mum….please! Don’t leave me here! I’m your daughter!” Gina paused at the door, her expression unreadable. “You were our daughter. Now you’re just a reminder of everything we failed to teach.” Posy’s knees hit the cold floor as the words tore through her.