Perfect Daughters Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I am so proud of the woman she is becoming. I grabbed the gifts from the dresser in our suite and ran back downstairs. I had bought her a new laptop. Top of the line. A set of throwing knives. And four books she would love. She isn't your typical girly girl. She loves practical presents. Not shoes and hairpieces like some of the other Alpha daughters. My daughter is my biggest pride, and my ultimate bragging right when I go to the Alpha summits. They all cannot believe I raised such an amazing young woman. So strong.

"Lila." Before I could even acknowledge him, one of his daughters stood up. She walked over to Mr. Willow and climbed onto his lap, straddling his thick thighs. "Mmm... Daddy’s lap is always the best," she purred, nuzzling into his neck. He looked at her with a kind of look a father shouldn't give a daughter. Hungry, dirty. Want. “Bri. You know I hate interruptions when I'm talking.” “I'm sorry Daddy.” I squeezed my thighs together so hard it hurt. My pussy was aching with the forbidden sweetness of this house. Every rule I had ever known was being shredded in front of my eyes.

“The Alpha Heir is a pompous ass—arrogant, sexist, always reminding the rest of us that we were dirt under his boots.” Her broom paused, the bristles whispering against the tile as she lifted her gaze to meet Julian’s. “And the daughter…” She let out a small scoff. “Daddy’s little princess. She could do no wrong. Entitled, spoiled, manipulative. A sadistic bitch who’d smile right in your face while twisting the knife behind your back.”

“Yes! He’s been so… always working, always protecting us… and now it’s time to make him feel special. And you too!” I felt warmth spread through me at her words. Ten years had passed, and still, the girls had hearts big enough to love fiercely, to notice the quiet sacrifices, the daily acts of devotion that Lucian and I sometimes took for granted. That evening, as the girls drew plans on the floor, I sat with Lucian on the couch, quietly observing. “They’re incredible,” I whispered. “They’ve grown into… amazing people.” He nodded slowly, eyes fixed on our daughters. “They’ve inherited more than just our looks, Sophie. They’ve inherited our hearts. Our values. They notice. They care. And I… I

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

Her dad said, leading the way back to the living room. "No dad. Actually,I want to take my place as our family heiress. I want my identity revealed,I don't want to live in the shadows anymore,I want to be known as the only daughter of President Zander ; Lydia Zander !" President Zander paused, hearing that from his daughter, he turned back to look at her . Surely this woman standing before him isn't his daughter,the shy Lydia who didn't care about the family politics. He is seeing a brave and fearless woman who wants to lead, a woman filled with rage, a woman filled with passion to get what she wants.

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.

“I don’t ever want to hear you say that.” Her tear filled eyes locked onto mine. “You are an incredible mother, Alessia,” I continued softly. “There’s no rulebook for parenthood. No guide that tells you how to do everything right. But despite everything you’ve endured, you’ve raised four beautiful children. Strong children. Loved children. That alone says everything about the kind of woman you are.” She trembled as my words sank in. “You are strong,” I added. “You are young, beautiful, and brave. And you are doing far better than you give yourself credit for.”

She had a petite figure with a cheerful smile always on her face. Although she lacked the matured elegant aura her mother had, she was adorable in her own way. "Daughters are the pride of a family While sons are the strength and foundation "General Jiang always used to say that. "Xin Xin,let us have some tea" after watching her daughter, Lady Jiang asked Xin Xin. Both mother and daughter enjoyed their tea together. * * * * * It was evening. The sun beaming in crimson color, was setting in the western sky coloring the sky with various colors.

She folded back her hands, starting accusingly at me. "I'm not the one that made you so bitter. You choose to be like this, so cold hearted that you can hate the daughter you birthed" "A daughter I didn't want! And a daughter I gave birth to alone in that hospital with no one to hold my hand. You don't know what that feels like! Being all alone screaming in pain. I couldn't sleep after you left, I was so hurt and alone and then I found out I'm pregnant. I badly wanted to tear out my stomach and rip away that child. I didn't want to give birth to Casey! It's was all your fault and you left me alone to bear the consequences of your mistake"