Not Your Daughter Anymore Novels & Stories

She settled onto the couch, her gaze drifting over the remnants of our life together, just the two of us against the world. The clothes I had bought her, her childhood toys, and the awards on the wall she had earned over the years–it all brought fresh tears to her eyes. "Mom, I gave all the money you gave me to Frank, and I fought with you. How can you not be mad at me?" "Because you're my daughter, sweetheart. We all mess up sometimes. The key is being able to turn things around once you realize you've gone wrong." After the cops nabbed Frank, they did not waste any time digging up the dirt on him.

Just before the new school term started, my daughter's parent group chat, which had been quiet for ages, suddenly announced that the first parent-teacher meeting of the semester would be held that night. The rule was: both parents had to attend. A long string of "Got it" followed. I was about to reply when I noticed someone had beaten me to it. A guy with a family photo as his profile picture sent a voice message. "I'm Emma Sullivan's dad. We'll be there!" I froze. I clicked into the member list and checked repeatedly. My daughter's name was Emma Sullivan. He said he was Emma's dad. Then who the hell was I? I immediately called my wife. Before I could say a word, I heard her cheerful v

"It's not that." "Then what is it?" she asked, pushing mu buttons. She knew something wasn’t right with me and she wanted to know what it was. “What the hell is wrong with you?" Well, what the hell. I was getting tired of hiding my thoughts and feelings; it was causing way too much unwanted stress. "I'm not her daughter anymore!" I cried. Carly crossed her arms. Carly couldn’t possibly understand what I was feeling. "And what is that supposed to mean?” "It means...you are," I said firmly, "You took my spot. My mother knows you more than she knows me."

he says and I cross my arms in front of my chest, shaking my head as I let out a small laugh. “No, you’re not. You stopped being my father the moment you slept with my best friend and betrayed my mother,” I say and he shakes his head. “You are nothing to me, not now and not ever, don’t come looking for me, forget that I exist because I will forget you exist, from now on I am not your daughter anymore because you are dead to me,” I say turning around and leaving him standing in the middle of the street alone. Getting home was the best feeling I had today. Although it is not really our home, we’re still with Jagger, but it feels like home. “God, what happened to

My heart sank. I ran toward the door, ready to escape when I felt his hand grab mine. “Ember! We must leave together!” my father barked, pulling me toward him. I snatched my hand away, glaring at him. “No. I go alone.” He froze “You’re my daughter! You’ll come with me!” he shouted. I shook my head slowly, gripping my bag tighter. “I’m not your daughter anymore. I’m… me. And I won’t be a part of this.”

His heart was hammering against his ribs—fast and hard, just like mine. "But I’m not your daughter," I whispered. I looked up into his eyes, daring him to lie. "I’m not a baby anymore, Marcus. I'm not that tiny 'pumpkin' you knew. I'm a woman. And… I'm sure you can see it.” My gaze dropped to his lips. “My father is at the clubhouse. He won’t be back for two hours. We have time, Marcus." "Susan," he said, his voice dropping to a warning growl. "No."

On her wedding day, my adopted daughter, Sophie Bennett, runs off after transferring the 300-thousand-dollar down payment her fiance, Ethan Carter, has saved for their new home. A few days earlier, while sorting through her old belongings, she discovers her adoption papers. After reading too many stories about domineering billionaires and runaway heirs, she is convinced that she is the long-lost biological daughter of a billionaire. Determined to reclaim her place among the elite and marry a powerful man, she steals the down payment and spreads lies online, accusing her adoptive parents of imprisoning and abusing her. It isn't until my biological daughter appears before me that I reali

The year my daughter was born, I buried my identity as the queen of the Italian Mafia, stepped into the legitimate business world, and gave Emily the safe, ordinary childhood I had never been able to have. Along the way, I took in four boys who had nowhere else to go. I raised Jack, Alex, Daniel, and Ryan as my own sons. I gave them my home, my name, my connections, and eventually enough authority to become the four most powerful men inside Carter Group. Senior executives praised them constantly, calling them the future of the company. Even I thought their growing confidence was a good thing. After all, I had planned to give them far more than Carter Group someday. Then my daughter called me

"And yet, you said that I only cared about money and didn't care about you at all. I refused to quit my job and give up my career, so you took in the caretaker as your daughter, left the house to her, and kicked me out. "Why didn't you think of me as your daughter then? How could you only think of me just because you miss my money now? It's too late!" I took a steadying breath and said, "From today onward, I will not be sending you a single dollar. I'm not paying Julia's wages, either. You say that she's a very caring and devoted daughter, right? Let her support you instead! We're nothing but strangers from now on!" "You wouldn't dare! I dare you to hang up on me, Genevieve Peterson! If you

Her face was so pretty a few seconds ago, but now, it was less pretty, coating so much tension. Again, I swallowed. I wasn't going to cry. "No." I shook my head, spoke keenly. "We aren't related any longer. Your son decided to break that bondage we shared. Now, to me, you're just like any other old woman out there." "But you know it's not my fault. If—"