Sejeong Ayah Novels & Stories

Junseo explained. “Don't you have anything to explain to me?” Then he countered her. “What do you want me to explain?” Jennifer asked him cluelessly. “Don't act clueless in front of me. You never told me that you are the daughter of Ezra Allister. Your Uncle is Allan Wang. I knew you were his late brother Riley Wang’s daughter.” Junseo asked her in a serious tone.

she begged, her hands shaking. But Seojun’s fingers dug into hers. “I found her real name, Chaewon.” “Yujin Hara isn’t her true identity. That woman… she was born Yoo Sora.” Chaewon’s breath caught. “That’s… my mother’s maiden name.” “Exactly,” Seojun coughed. “She didn’t just kill your mother. She stole her life.” Gunshot flared again. Jian grabbed them both, carrying Seojun over his shoulder. Back at the safehouse, medics rushed Seojun into the medical room. Chaewon collapsed into the hallway chair, covered in blood not hers and shaking.

Kang offers. ** Ms. Seon smiles looking at her family photo. "We were so perfect Mom and Dad." As a tear rolls down she quickly wipes it off. "I am sorry, I disappointed you a lot Mom. I am not a good daughter-," "and a mother." She gets interrupted by a sudden voice which belongs to her daughter Seon Soon-Ja. Ms. Seon looks at her and heaves a deep breath before getting close to her.

Mr. And Mrs. Jeong's gaze shifted on Syanja and Jung-Hoon as they came downstairs. Mrs. Jeong smiled and got up on the couch. "Good morning" gently wishing them morning, Mrs. Jeong opened her arms to welcome Syanja in a warm mother hug. Syanja smiled and gladly accepted Mrs. Jeong's hug. "I missed you, Syanja." Smiling widely, Syanja broke the hug. "Mrs. Jeong, thank you." Jung-Hoon's mother's smile faded away after hearing Mrs. Jeong of Syanja's mouth. "Hmm, Mrs. Jeong. You still didn't see me as your mother." Syanja's eyes widened, and she immediately shook her head. "No, it's not like that. I don't know what to call you." "Call me Mom." "But—, Jung-Hoon patted her back, indicating Syanja

Asia she is sixteen years old not six… I’m sure she do not want us checking her every move… Typical… Men are so useless. May I ask who is Jae… My adopted daughter… Both men turned to look at Asia… Max began to explain… Jae is my younger sister … Asia and I adopted her after some problems within my father household.. The king looked at his father… Your son had to take on your responsibilities as a father… You misunderstand.. My wife treated my daughter very harshly and I didn’t find out to much later.. My wife caused a huge rift between me and my children… It seems to me you need to replace your wife… How long have you been married?

Jade sniffled, trying to calm down enough to talk and then started. "My name isn’t Jade. I am Finley Séad, the daughter of Finnegan Séad. I named myself Jade, because that’s what our last name means. I am here to avenge my parents death. But I couldn’t do it. I am such a failure. Please kill me. I am not worthy of my parents name." Jade said.

she gulped trying to swallow the lump in her throat along with the saliva but it just would not work. Se-Jung just dropped his head in shame. “I always thought, I was alone suffering because of you but this guy is suffering as well alongside me.” she was still caressing Se-Won’s hair. She got to know that his mother died two years after giving birth to him because of some genetic disorder, that woman for whom her father left her mother, that woman who was his father’s childhood sweetheart.

Oh god! I shuffled the papers and grabbed a random one, and this time around I found Jeonghan’s birth certificate. His mother wasn’t Mrs. Yoon, but a woman named Anne Kang? I was staring at the paper I was holding like this is the answer I’ve been looking for. I tried to look for something again because I know there’s more.

“As I’ve said before, don’t be afraid of anything as long as I’m by your side. I’ll catch you if you fall and push you back on your feet. Now get up, let’s take your cute ass home.” - “Are you okay?”, Young-Jae whispered, hiding his lips with his left hand to be secretive. She nodded, smiling softly at Young-Jae’s mother who sat across them on the couch. Minjae’s brows were sweating because of how nervous she was. Never in her life had she come across such a tough woman. “Mother, I think we’re gonna leave. We’re off to Seoul in a few hours.” “You’re not going back there until you explain how you two met and how it led to,” she pursed her lips for a moment and gestures with her hand to their