Novel & Cerita Prodigal Daughter Book

She was the one who wanted me to be the thief more than anyone. "Lock her up!" my father commanded. Two bodyguards grabbed my arms. I struggled against them. "Let me go! I am a daughter of this family! You have no right!" "A daughter?" Marco laughed mockingly. "A daughter who steals a sacred family heirloom? Do you even deserve that title?" Vincent added with a sneer, "Should have locked you up a long time ago. Would have saved the family a lot of embarrassment." As they dragged me toward the cell at the back of the estate, I saw the undisguised triumph in Carina's eyes.

My daughter, Lyra Dwyer, was the one who told me about Kael Dwyer's betrayal. She was only five years old, having just completed her pup initiation ceremony. That day, she came back and walked straight up to me. "Mom, Dad's wolf has been tainted by another she-wolf." I was polishing the ritual silverware; my hand paused for a heartbeat before I continued, "Don't talk nonsense, Lyra." "I'm not." She climbed onto the high stool, swinging her legs. "I saw him at the market outside the territory today. He was holding hands with a she-wolf. She had long black hair and was wearing a moon-white dress."

"Papa, so what if all this is true? Elisa is dead! Can a dead person inherit the family business? Can a dead person lead the Neri family? Everything is mine now! The casino, the smuggling operations, the nightclubs, and even Enrico—they're all mine!" Mattia stared at her, long and hard. Then, he raised his hand and struck her across the face. "Bitch!" Rita's head snapped aside, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. She wiped it off and laughed even crazier. "Did you just slap me? Papa, have you forgotten? I'm your favorite daughter! Didn't you say, even though I'm adopted, I'm more like your daughter than Elisa?" "Shut up!" Mattia roared.

Olivia’s eyes burned with tears she refused to let fall. Her mind was splitting, one path ending her, the other path ending everything she loved. She took one last breath. One last second. Then, A voice cut through the ruins. Soft. Small. Terrified. “…Mom?” Olivia spun around. Her daughter stood at the edge of the ruins. Wide eyed. Shaking. Barefoot. Alone. And glowing faint blue. The priestess’s smile sharpened. “Too late,” she whispered. The High Priestess agrees to free Olivia from the bloodline, if Olivia kills her own daughter. The daughter has already arrived… glowing with awakening magic…

“ You ungrateful daughter , how dare you , how dare you open those stinky disgusting mouths of yours and call me selfish when all that I had done was put you first and love you . Do you know what it meant to be an alpha daughter , do you know all the privileges that I had and all the luxury that I had left just to get pregnant with you , and get banished and seen as a disgrace , do you know what that means . All these years I have done nothing but love you , I have made sure that your decisions and everything that you want is giving to you , even though I didn’t give you the best life , I made sure that I gave you all and you never lacked a thing .

Instead of the office, I teleport us to the archives, where the old books of prophecies are kept. I disregarded the persistent presence of my Alpha mate; his current antics were the least of my concerns. According to a prophecy, a woman—both part-wolf and part-high priestess—would bear a daughter of significance. The energy I discerned within Stephanie's womb today was undeniable. I am certain of it! After several hours of scrolling through numerous passages, I finally found the one I needed. It foretold of a girl concealed within the shadows, whose mother would deny her own witchy heritage. Yet, despite much turmoil, her daughter would accept and rise to the esteemed position of high priest

AUTHOR’S NOTE If you’re here for polite romance, fade-to-black sex, or anything resembling manners… close this book right now and go clutch your pearls somewhere else, sugar tits. You’ve been warned, princess. Chapter – 0001 GRACE I, Grace Monroe Sullivan, head of a charity foundation and daughter of Arthur Sullivan, the very conservative President of the United States, am staring at a cardboard box of blow-up dolls. And no, these are definitely not kids’ toys. I know the box contains blow-up dolls (free condoms and lube, too, apparently) because in bright orange lettering on the side, it announces the contents: LIFELIKE PERSONAL ROMANCE DOLLS! NOW WITH FREE GLOW-IN-THE-DARK-CONDOMS AND LUBR

" Natalie defended her father angrily. However, her defense seemed feeble. The crowd around them started to gossip. "Is she really Daniel Shepherd's daughter? The daughter of a scumbag has no right to attend the charity gala!" "I'm guessing she's here to do some charity work to atone for her father's sins." "Daniel may look upright, but he's actually a wolf in sheep's clothing! His daughter probably isn't any better!" "I've heard news that after Daniel was arrested, his daughter went into prostitution …" "This father-daughter duo really is a piece of work! One is a rapist, and the other willingly sold her own body …"

A procession of somber figures in black filed in. At the forefront was a woman with silver-streaked hair, clutching a photo in a black frame. The girl in the picture beamed, her smile as bright as Evelyn's. "My daughter, Melody Rogers, was Frank's student, too," the woman's voice broke. "He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen."

The books inside the box spilled out. At the top of the spilled books was a painting by my daughter, one that had won an award, now marred by a clear, muddy shoe print. "Can't leave anything behind. Our school believes in finishing what you started," she said, her mouth twisted with heavy mockery. "Furthermore, we wanted to 'communicate' with you in person." She casually adjusted her scarf. "We're sorry your daughter has been expelled, but you need to reflect on yourself for faking injuries and threatening the school. Now you've even lost your job… People like you who break the rules will be outcasts everywhere."