Return Of The Unwanted Daughter Novels & Stories

She doesn't speak and she can't write, so we are having to sort of piece everything together. I know that the people she was living with before me were not kind and definitely more than a little abusive, so we can't get information from them, and we think they are a large part of the problem." "Okay, Alpha Sonnett," The child looked at me curiously. "That was a great backstory, but tell me what exactly is the problem here?" I gave her an annoyed look. "This girl I rescued, she has been marked. It appears that she was marked against her will." "And you're wondering if it can be undone?" She asked.

And I thought that was not possible. The memories of that doomed night flooded back into my mind. I didn’t know what to think. Should I be grateful that my father finally feels the need to treat me as his daughter and to protect me, or should I be disgusted and angry when I see the anger now, similar to the one I saw when he killed my mother? My mother didn’t do anything to him, unlike this monster, and yet he was as brutal with her as he is with him now. Meeran fell on the floor, but just for a second. He quickly recuperated the next moment and began a fierce battle with Malleteagan. Is it wrong to say that at this moment, I felt warmth somewhere deep inside; my father finally acknowledged

' 'But-' 'Don't interrupt me, I don't give a fuck what you think it's her life, and you are her father whether you like it or not doesn't fucking matter support her. 'I will not support this sham of a wedding, she is still in school for goodness sakes, she is just 19 woman don't you realize that.' 'I'm sorry, but I will be marrying your daughter whether you like it or not Sir.' Ace says while looking at him deep in the eyes. My father tried to attack him again but my mother held on to him. 'Like hell you will, over my dead body will that ever happen.' My father says returning the look Ace was giving him.

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"

tell me why you want to marry my daughter it's for money. me:- she was my very good girlfriend and I want to marry her because I love her and understand her father:- love is not the reason to get married if you don't have 100 million dollars then I reject you amelia:- how I can marry someone who is a stranger father:- tell me how can you marriage someone who is that useless, begger,greedy,worthless and piece of shit. I reject him already and I am your father don't talk back. I didn't give you this kind of sacrament. and you now get out from my office

She ceased being his daughter the day he decided to put her up for sale like she was a commodity and not a person. He was a bastard. What was his business with her life? Why would he ask her if she was fine? If everyone had heard the news of her miscarriage, she was sure he had. Was he not happy? He’s called her child a bastard and unwanted. Shouldn’t he be the happiest person now that her baby is gone? How would she be fine with her baby gone? Kyra flinched when she felt her father’s cold touch on her hand, and she resisted the urge to slap it off.

“We’re here to talk about my son and your daughter. I understand that they both made mistakes—they’re young and don’t fully grasp the consequences of their actions. I also know that a baby will complicate their futures. Your daughter, I assume, is meant to follow in your footsteps as an influential businesswoman. My son, on the other hand, is destined for greatness. I see it in him. "I haven’t been around for him, but he has my full support. So, tell me—how can we resolve this matter?” “The only way to ‘resolve’ this,” Martin replied coldly, “is for her to get rid of that child. That’s the only solution. I see no other way. My daughter is destined to marry someone of our standing—not some fo

The words still echoed in my mind as a grim joke. How many times had I pleaded with my parents, explained, even shouted, that I did have a girlfriend? A woman I loved, fiercely and irrevocably. The possibility of being bound to another, a stranger, made me shiver with icy fury. Whatever this woman was, desperate enough to take on this ancient trade-off, I vowed to torment her life. "Mrs. Alcantara, my sincerest apologies for my daughter's tardiness," Mrs. Andal's awkward politeness pushed through my simmering rage. "Jarros, where's MJ? Do call her."

Disposable. Miley never let me call her “Mother.” She made me use her name. She poured her energy into playing the doting parent to a daughter who wasn’t even hers, while to me, her own blood, she remained a stranger. “Yes, Dad,” Misha sneered. “Let Irene marry him. They’re perfect—an ugly girl for a crippled fool.” The words burned, but silence was safer. Same old story—the unwanted daughter, the shadow in every room. “See, Irene? Misha’s willing to give you a great opportunity.” Leo’s voice dripped with false reason, smooth as oil.

Before a gathering of New York's underworld Families, I slipped into the vintage Chanel gown my mother had left me. As I looked in the mirror, my seven-year-old daughter suddenly said, "Mommy, it doesn't matter what you wear. You're always the ugliest one." Just like that, all the joy the gown had brought me disappeared. It wasn't the first time my daughter had said something cruel. Once, the FBI took me in for questioning and kept me for three days. The moment I got home, I wrapped her in my arms and asked if she'd missed me. She only shrugged. "No, Mommy. You're too stupid. Smart people don't get caught." My husband, Vincent, said sternly, "You can't talk to her like that. We're a fam