She Wasn't My Daughter Novels & Stories

"Not your blood. Not your life. Just your ears." I swallowed. My throat was dry. "Are you with Richard?" She paused, then let out a soft laugh. "Not exactly." I stayed quiet. "I’m his daughter," she said finally. "Biologically, unfortunately." I blinked again. "That’s not possible. Richard doesn’t have kids." "That’s what he wanted the world to think," she muttered. "But I’m very real. And he trained me to take his place." "Then why am I here?" I asked.

She whispered but I did not feel anything even a bit of happiness, I cannot feel anything for her. "Mom?" I asked now raising my eyebrows. "I am your daughter." She states that almost makes me laugh. "My daughter is dead." I said confusingly making her eyes widen. "I am alive mom! I am safe from the fire!" She insisted. "My daughter did not die from a fireplace." I dropped making her more surprised. "I am sorry dear but you are not my daughter." I stated. I left her there crying. Who is she? Why does she is trying to get my daughter's identity?

_______Evans___________ “Dad will be discharged today” “Yeah, I know”said Natasha my sister “Did you find him a caretaker like the doctor said” “Yes, we did” “Where is she? She is supposed to be here” “She on her way with mom and Madison” “Wait, Madison is back?” “Yes” “When?” “Yesterday” “Why didn’t anyone tell me?” “She wanted to surprise you” Just then, there was a knock on the door

She decided to cut me out of her life! And she's apologizing now? What reason? As far as I'm aware, saying sorry is only used when mistakes are made. How about her? She meant it when she did that to me! "Nishane… my daughter..." I raised an eyebrow when she called my name. I laughed mockingly. Me? Whose daughter? Her daughter? She was never a mother to me, so how did I end up being her daughter? I grunted angrily at my teeth. "I know the reason. I know you sold me to that haughty man. But why are you now living the life I toiled so hard to achieve?"

“Of course she did.” Alex studied my face. He took one step closer, then stopped himself. “Are you all right?” “I have been asked that so many times today that I am considering charging for answers.” “I can afford it.” I almost smiled, but there was nothing funny about what I had to tell him. “She is not their daughter,” I said. Alex frowned. “Who?” “Evelyn.” He stared at me for a moment as though he had heard the words but could not put them together.

“Who is she?” “I have no idea,” she confessed candidly. “I only discovered her existence this morning. All I know is that she’s the daughter of another mistress S. Huntington, an affair which he’d indulged during his first marriage to Megan Myers. I also learned that the woman refrained from having anything to do with my father once that she’d discovered his truth. I don’t know whether he was aware that he has a daughter from the beginning.”

“She’s mine.” Her expression hardened. “From who? The last time I checked, you had no child. And even if Sophia were pregnant, she wouldn't have given birth within just four months of your marriage.” “It's complicated. You wouldn't understand it all at once.” I said. “Just know that she's my daughter. Sharon and my daughter.” “Sharon?” She now looked angry. “What do you mean Sharon? The same Sharon you and I know?” “Yes, that same Sharon. My ex-girlfriend. The one you told me left me.”

My wife, Lani Fort, finally answered my calls only after my daughter, Anjou, stopped breathing. “Didn’t I tell you that Warren Stafford’s dog was having a difficult labor? I’m in the middle of saving a life right now. “You’ve called 108 times in two hours. What on earth is going on?” Two hours earlier, my daughter had suddenly developed a high fever, so I took her to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed her with acute myocarditis and said her only chance of survival was to use an ECMO machine. The $50,000 initial fee for the treatment had become an insurmountable obstacle for me. I called her 108 times, but she had rejected every single call. My voice trembled as I held my daughter’s lif

I said and she sighed. “Your father isn't Morrison!” She said and my entire world froze looking at her. What the hell? Did she just say what I think I heard! “What!” I exclaimed and she looked at her hand again and sighed. “I know I buried this secret deep and that was what went wrong!” She said and I was trying to wrap my head around what she was saying. “If I am not Morrison's daughter, who am I? Another stupid identity or from another clan that wants my blood and wants me dead!” I asked her and she shook her head.

It didn’t take long to understand what it was. Her voice was barely above a whisper when she spoke. “They aren’t my parents. They never were. I’m not their daughter.” The pain in her voice made my chest tighten. I pulled her into my arms, holding her close as she trembled. Her breathing was uneven, and I could feel her heart racing against mine. “It’s alright,” I whispered, even though it wasn’t. “You’re safe now. You’re with me.”