Pastor Daughter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Before my mother died, she arranged a marriage for me. My bride-to-be was Rosalind Young, Kingsford's most formidable financial tycoon. Before I married her, I added three clauses to the prenuptial agreement. First, no feelings. Our marriage was purely business. Second, she could live her life however she pleased, while I'd live mine. Third, I would step aside immediately if her true love ever came along. Nevertheless, I would be getting double the alimony. Rosalind was quite pleased that I knew my place. Our marriage was a peaceful one until the day a teenage girl who bore a striking resemblance to her knocked on the door of our mansion and calmly said, "Sir, I'm Rosalind's daughter.

The pack knew my mother, Wynne Carter, a renowned pack healer, as the very definition of fairness. To avoid any accusation of favoritism, she once had me removed from the emergency ward while I was suffering from a severe allergic reaction, all because she couldn’t let her own daughter take medical resources away from other pack members. Even when I invited her to the academy’s open day, she turned me down because my instructor was pregnant. She reprimanded me sternly, “Get those funny ideas out of your head. My position is not a way for you to get special treatment from your instructors.” I had always believed my mother was merely strict. Then, the fire happened. My adopted sister,

Here I am again, thanking you guys for reading the story and for being a part of this journey. Daughter of the Moon is a series because there are a lot of things that are unsaid. What happened to Ersa? What will happen to Ava and what is the deal with her vision and her precious daughter Nova? Can Ava really change the course of her Daughter's fate?

“Excellent. She’s very bright. We’ll gently encourage her to leave the classroom layout to the teachers, but she’s been very sweet and helpful.” I felt warmth spread across my chest. “Thank you so much. Please let her know she’s doing great.” “Of course. Enjoy your day!” The call ended. And I sagged against the cart. Lucian stepped behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist from behind, chin resting on my shoulder. “She redesigned the classroom,” I whispered. He kissed my jaw. “Our daughter is out there optimizing the world.” I laughed, tension melting. “I thought something terrible happened.”

"Ma'am, that young man is banned from the property. Your daughter gave me a direct order. She told me to make sure no calls or messages from him reached you. She said it was for the family's peace." The words hit me like a slap. So, he had tried. He did care. But my own daughter, my scandal, had built a wall between us. A hot, sudden anger flashed through me. "So, Leo really does care, but my scandal of a daughter is behind all this," I whispered to myself. I ended the conversation there, promising to deal with it after the event. But the anger stayed, a low burn under my skin.

The congregation’s silence was no longer respectful; it was a wall of judgment, thick and suffocating. "I am not myself," I whispered, my voice a weak reed. I tried to smooth my denim skirt, but my fingers were trembling so violently I only succeeded in wrinkling the stiff fabric. "The burden of studies... Becca's sin... She's my mentee... it's just too much, Pastor." The Youth Pastor didn't answer. His eyes were fixed on the floor where my phone lay face-up. The screen glowed with the persistent, mocking blue of the last message. He leaned down, his joints creaking in the silence of the chapel, and picked it up.

My mother frowned, undisguised disappointment in her expression. "Honestly, your health is perfectly fine, so why can't you get pregnant? Are you even trying properly?" My father sighed as well. "Cassidy, stop being so stubborn. Take care of your health properly. The Lester family is still waiting for a grandson." Angela quickly stepped in to smooth things over and hooked her arm through mine. "Oh right, Cassidy, did you drink the herbal fertility medicine I gave you before? It's supposed to help a lot with conception." The moment she mentioned that prescription, irritation surged through me.

Then she said the cruelest thing they had ever heard. "But your real daughter is already dead. So what now? Besides me, your fake daughter, are you going to have another kid?" They stared at her in disbelief. How could the daughter they had loved for over a decade say something so heartless? As the police led Vera away, she laughed like she'd lost her mind. She looked nothing like the girl she used to be. *** Inside the interrogation room, the kidnapper had already confessed everything. Hoping for a lighter sentence, he'd handed over all the evidence and begged for mercy.

I just looked him in the eye and smiled. “You already made up your mind for everyone. So who exactly is this ‘let me choose’ performance for? The reporters? Or the people you do business with?” Seraphina blinked fast. She stepped closer, grabbed my father’s arm, and let her voice break at just the right moment. “Brielle, do not speak to Dad that way. He only worries about you. He is scared that no one will ever marry you.” Her voice carried just enough for the nearby tables to hear. Someone nodded along. Someone let out a sigh. Someone mumbled that the older daughter was so kind and thoughtful.

"He is fine. You know his always busy with work. What of your fiancé? Where is he?" "He isn't back from work yet" "Okay. What's so urgent that you need to needs to see me?" "Mom, there is this girl that has been an obstacle in my way ever since she came here" "Which girl? Who is she? Have I met her before?" "No...not really. It's my father-in-law's new caretaker they hired. Evans keeps supporting her and sees me like the evil villian" "Where is she?" "She is in jail"