Prodigal Daughter Book Novels & Stories

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.

When my mom answered my call, her voice trembled with emotion. “Carol, you finally called me! It’s been so many years since you’ve come home. How have you been? I heard you started a company—is it tiring…” I cut her off. “You should come pick up your daughter. She’s at the Kentridge Police Station.” “What?” I briefly explained the situation and was about to hang up when my mom burst into sobs. “Carol, you’re my real daughter. We’ve already disowned Leila. I don’t want to bring her back—I want to bring you home. Please, would you come home?”

You ruined everything! "You deliberately refused to get pregnant. You killed my son, and now my daughter's dying too! "I had finally secured my place in the Cardone family, so why did you have to interfere?!" I took a step back, my voice icy cold. "Stop trying to pin your sins on me. "Your child died because the ritual backfired. That was the price of your greed. It has nothing to do with me. "And your position in the Cardone family was never truly yours to begin with. You stole that fertility luck from someone else."

saga Gumede:Ngyabonga Zulu ngok'sindisa impilo yendodakazi yam yaz u was so afraid to loose her without meeting me Me: what gumede yingane yakho u ntando Gumede: yebo I'm her real father and I think it's time I tell her the truth my daughter suffered enough while I was watching her. Me : it's all making sense now you know i was always asking myself why is this girl so important to you ... Gumede: That's because she was conceived by my eggs mfanam. I was lost for a minute until the doctor approached us we both stood up

That changes everything. Moriah My name is Moriah Regina, and I am a prodigy in psychiatry. Daughter of one of the most prestigious doctors of the 20th century I lay on the floor sobbing. What I discovered today was something that completely unsettled me. Now I had a reason to move on, my father, my life. That is why I will get out of here and fight for what is mine.

And the only way to control the underworld was by ruling it. Grandpa wants to help him but he couldn't because of her mother, he still promised Albert that her daughter Emily will help him one day. But soon he died in a car accident and Emily who was left all alone was taken in by her grandparents, Sera's great grandparents who were in fear after losing their son they don't want to lose their granddaughter as well so they avoided Albert at all cost. But Emily was quick-witted, she secretly gets trained and wants to take over her father's place but then she fell in love with Kyle Robertson, Sera's biological father, And never contacted them again.

Wren fucking Anderson. The daughter of the same bastard who tore my family apart years ago. Richard Anderson. He called himself an acquisition manager but all he was was a greedy and sleazy bastard. Gutted my father’s business, dragged our name through the mud. His crimes were so great that my father didn’t make it out alive. And here is his daughter. His precious, sheltered little girl, fast asleep in my bed. It’s like the universe placed her right in my grip like a sort of fucked up gift.

For ten years, I'd stayed away, building a life that was supposed to prove I didn't need the Velmera name. What a spectacular failure that had been. The mansion loomed ahead, every window blazing with light. Somewhere inside, that woman—my father's wife—was probably preparing for my return with barely concealed glee. The prodigal daughter, crawling back defeated. And her precious son, the golden boy who'd inherited everything that should have been mine. I squared my shoulders as the car stopped. I was coming home, but not as the daughter who'd left. I was coming home as something else entirely.

She was sure her aunt would be understanding. She could not run to her friends. They would never accept her back. She never did anything when they ran to her for help. Her aunt had accepted her gladly when she came back. She never believed it. Tears filled her eyes as she apologized to her aunt. She was the prodigal daughter who came back home. Her aunt felt she had no reason not to forgive her. That moment changed her mentality and her life forever. It baffled her greatly her aunt had forgiven her, despite all the mean things she said to her and did to her.

I have always been alone, taking care of myself alone. "Where's my father?" I inquired of her. Desperately avoiding her eyes. I was feeling bad enough. I didn't want to be consumed by the hate her eyes held towards me. "In his study." She answered as she shut the door and walked away taking quick steps. She didn't want to be near me. I left my suitcase in a corner by the door and took unsteady steps towards the study. Borrowing Aunt Helena's words, the prodigal daughter had returned. I was the prodigal daughter but would I be accepted back?