She Wasn't My Daughter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

We fell silent and I wondered if she knew anything about what had happened. "Theon… He’s the reason I got angry." I frowned. "You called our code." She said softly. She had lost her usual positivity, almost sounding empty… "I did. There was something I wanted to tell you before you heard it from someone else." I said quietly. She nodded, "Oh, what was it?" How do I start? "If it helps… I think I already know." She murmured, giving me a weak smile. "Y-you do?" She nodded. "If it’s the fact that I'm not… I'm not Dad’s daughter." She looked down at me and my stomach sank.

"Yeah I know them. I thought I mated with Oisin but now I'm not so sure..." "You aren't a vampire so no, you haven't completed the mating process with him. And it will stay that way if my brat of a daughter has anything to do with it. She never was good at sharing, unless it was someone sharing her." She rolls her ghostly eyes and surprisingly makes me laugh. "Why didn't she end up mating with Oisin or even Rian?"

But what shook me was the words she let out. "Dad". “Shit!! Why is my life always playing tricks on me like this?”I sat there speechless when it all came tumbling down to me. I knew her in the past, she is the daughter of wang, the first friend I had in my childhood. The day I ran away from her house was the last day I met her. "I think I have a better idea to deal with you Wang." *smirk* The woman sat beside her father as the host made the announcement of the event to begin.

Each familiar sign and corner tugged at the edge of a memory, but none of them brought peace—only a quiet ache she couldn’t shake. Finally, her voice broke the silence. “Because we never had a real father-daughter relationship.” Her eyes didn’t meet his. Instead, they searched the world outside her window. “He gave that to Delilah. Not me.” She watched people strolling along the sidewalks, laughing, walking hand in hand, sipping coffee like life had never wounded them. It was strange how the world just… moved on. No matter what broke you inside.

she says. It looks like she is calmer now as she continues talking. “I mean, I should be happy right. I am the daughter of the great Robert Blake and possibly the heir to all his wealth but I have never felt at peace in that household. I guess now I know why.” she says as she lowers her gaze. “I am sorry.” “It is alright. You know what is scary?” “What?” I ask. “Not being his daughter.” she says this and looks into my eyes. “Because if I am not his daughter then what am I?”

"Please, sweetheart, talk to me. Tell me what's going on?" "Nina... Nina's not my daughter. I'm not her biological mother."

I asked but she shrugged with a nervous smile. "I work against him, don't forget that." She said to me, "And besides, I don't think the two ladies are his daughter." I added. "Why do you say so?" "Because there seems to be no trace or signs of the other daughter, it seems like they wiped her memory out of the house, even photos that seemed to be of his whole family. That particular daughter was erased." I said to her slowly heading out and was expecting her to be behind me but she wasn't, I turned around to find gripping tightly to her mouth like she was on the verge of sobbing.

But just like always—she laughed. “Who are you girl? Are you lost? I don’t have a daughter, please get away from me,” she asked, sitting in a protective stance on the bed, as if she were expecting me to attack. “I’m not lying. Don't you remember mum—me—Leah Harnes, the daughter you birthed, with the love of your life—Robert Harnes,” I replied, pleading and begging for her to remember me. I watched in hurt as her face twisted when I mentioned my father, as she whispered his name under her breath.

Just before the new school term started, my daughter's parent group chat, which had been quiet for ages, suddenly announced that the first parent-teacher meeting of the semester would be held that night. The rule was: both parents had to attend. A long string of "Got it" followed. I was about to reply when I noticed someone had beaten me to it. A guy with a family photo as his profile picture sent a voice message. "I'm Emma Sullivan's dad. We'll be there!" I froze. I clicked into the member list and checked repeatedly. My daughter's name was Emma Sullivan. He said he was Emma's dad. Then who the hell was I? I immediately called my wife. Before I could say a word, I heard her cheerful v

She was my daughter, my precious little girl, but I guess she's not so little anymore. I looked at my daughter, and I couldn’t believe how much she had grown. Her heart was filled with so much wisdom and naivety. How could she think it was me who didn’t give her father a chance when he had sixteen years to act but chose to stay with Nadia and her daughter, Willow?