Not Your Daughter Anymore Novels & Stories

The look on my father's face went from bad to worse. “What exactly are you trying to say, Matteo?” He kept his voice low. “Our families have known each other for years. So my daughter is not good enough for you?” Matteo fixed his cufflinks. “Mr. Montgomery, I do not want your younger daughter. Not at all.”

“You’re not.” The words hit me like a blade straight to the heart. My mouth opened…but no sound came out. Just the echo of that one word repeating over and over in my head. Not. I’m not their daughter.

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau

Then she looked at Brielle. “Leave the Silver Moon Pack.” Brielle stared at her. “You’re banishing me?” “As of today, you are no longer a daughter of the Alpha family. You will no longer have the protection of this pack.” “You raised me for seventeen years!” Brielle turned to Father. “Dad, you can’t agree to this.” Father looked away. Panic finally broke through her composure. “Ivy’s death was an accident. You ignored her, and now you want to put all the blame on me?”

“You are so pathetic, Lucas. I don’t have a daughter. That hideous creature you call a daughter isn’t mine. Tell your useless daughter to stay out of my way or I will end her.” “I imagine you couldn’t tolerate loss and decided the best way to deal with it was to run to your ex-husband. Kate, I’m not going to back down. If you believe your artificial face will save you, you must go and work extremely hard on it, for I will ruin your life. Bring back my college funds or face my wrath. Your next target is almost certainly loaded, and I just happened to want him.” “Do you agree with your daughter dating a man old enough to be her father, Lucas?” I observed my father pacing, but his response asto

Eventually I’d have to bleed him again or let the enchantment fade. “You’re wrong, young man.” My father’s deep, booming voice cracked against the walls of the alleyway. “I was going to let you kids hash this out between yourselves, but I feel I need to educate you. The only person my daughter belongs to is herself. No mate bond, no false claim you believe you have over her, will ever change that.” He looked down at me, his eyes sharp as flint. “Are you ready to go, Ophelia?” “Of course.”

I begged, tears streaming down my face, "Mom, please listen to me! It's not like that; why won't you just hear me out—" Before I could finish, a series of slaps left me dazed, stars dancing in my vision. As she paused to catch her breath, her voice cut through the air, cold and sharp. "How did I end up with such a shameless daughter? You're the third wheel, and you're accusing her of being the other woman! Get out of my face! I don't have a daughter as pathetic as you!"

I trembled with fury, my fists clenched tight. 'Richard… how dare you? Your own daughter was sick, and you didn't even care. And yet, without hesitation, you've built a little home with your first love? Even beasts don't abandon their young. Richard, you're worse than an animal.'

"Go ahead." "I don't hate you anymore for what happened in our previous lives," she said calmly. "I carried that hatred for 20 years, and I'm tired. In this life, you agreed to dissolve the mate bond without dragging things out. "For that, I thank you for not making it harder on Mom." Kael's eyes reddened. "But we can never go back to how things were," Lyra continued. "Dad, from now on, we're just father and daughter. When I need you, I hope you'll be there. But don't interfere in Mom's life anymore."

“They handled it.” Amara’s scream tore through the room. “No! Caleb—how could you—she is our daughter—our little girl—my baby—” Caleb exhaled, annoyed. “Amara, please don’t start—” “Start?” she cried. “My baby is dead! Our daughter—” “Be rational,” he snapped. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be.” Her world pitched violently. Her vision collapsed. And before she could scream again, darkness swallowed her whole.