She Wasn't My Daughter Novels & Stories

she poured out. “Since you wouldn't want to listen, I have to make some things clear to you. Yes, the child on that result is my daughter. And I owe you no explanation for that.” I muttered aggressively. “I don't need your explanation either,” she muttered. “You actually don't have anything to tell me at this point!” She poured out bitterly.

She pointed her finger loudly at the woman with no filter in her words. "Who are you? You're nobody here!" "I'm her mother. I don't accept my daughter being called that!" Lily rebuked Donita boldly. "Mark my words carefully. You... whatever your name is, I'll make sure you regret what you just said!" "Oh... so this illegitimate child finally has a mother?" asked Donita as she rolled her eyes. "If you can say such harsh things about good Cheryl, what about you, huh?! Asshole? Loser? Peng-"

I replied, letting the weight of my words hang in the air. “And unfortunately,” she said, voice calm but sharp, “I’m not in talking terms with my daughter. You have three days to complete your share of the deal. And besides, I never made you fall for him. I just restored you to what you were… and you fell for her yourself.” With that, she simply vanished. I ripped my shirt off, tossing it aside, and changed into something freer, something that wouldn’t hold me back. My fingers fumbled for my phone, dialing one of my trusted staff.

I tried my best not to think of her consciously for years. I lifted my head and pressed play again, curious about what she had to say. “You’re probably wondering what’s going on and why it’s all happened this way. I’m… sorry that I’m not there to explain it in person.” Her eyes turned watery, and she dabbed them. “The truth is so complicated, but the first thing you need to know is that… Ben isn’t your father.” Her voice echoed through my mind and I wasn’t sure if I heard anything else.

" I am your daughter as well. You knew how much I loved Bernard and yet, you walked her down the aisle, you watched her take not the only man I loved but my job, how can you be so cruel?" A ripple of laughter punctured through the air as I was flung to the side, pain cranking through my spine. " When exactly did I ever call you my daughter? You were never my daughter, and you would never be. You are just trash I picked up by the side and that is where you belong. Guards!" His voice thundered against the wall, with footsteps drawing closer. Forcing myself up, my eyes went up to him, my heart twisted. "Father...that isn't true, right? It can't be...mother...say something" I shook her vigorousl

she said with a shrugged. “I don’t know if you’ll believe me, but I’m their daughter,” I said and her eyes nearly budged out of their sockets when I said it. “No way!” she exclaimed making everyone look at us. I blushed at the sudden attention and she let out a laugh as if it wasn’t something to be worried about. “You’re joking, right?” I shook my head at her. “But I thought their daughter was dead,” she mumbled. I was about to answer her when I heard my dad’s voice through the microphone.

She raised her hand to slap me and my father held it, "What were you trying to do?" "Who is this cheap thing in your pack?" My father was startled and chuckled. "Wow! Dad, who the heck is this old scallywag?" She turned to my father, "did she just call you dad?" "Yeah, she is my only daughter" She was shocked, "Oh!" She sniggered, "my bad, I am sorry, I never knew that she was the daughter you have been talking about" "Really? Is that how you attend to people that you barely know?" My father asked her.

"How would your parents be disappointed? You're not even their biological daughter…" The moment the words left his mouth, Aaron quickly corrected himself. "Besides, don't they already have another daughter now? And college entrance exam scores don't define a person anyway. You're talented no matter where you go. You'll shine anywhere." Remembering what the floating comments had said, I stared directly into his eyes. "What about Yvonne Brooks?" "Her?" Aaron sneered with obvious disdain. "That real daughter they just brought back? She has no manners and no class. Even if she gets into university, she won't amount to much."

My heart stuttered, “What are you talking about?” She arched a brow like a teacher with a failing student, “Don’t insult my intelligence. She may have scrubbed her history, deleted her chats, covered her trails, but she’s my daughter. I know when something’s off. She had no friends. No family. And then, one day, she smiles at her phone like a teenager falling in love with the world again” No. No, she couldn’t have known--

Confused. “Who are you? Who the hell are you?” she shouted, her frail voice filled with fear. “What are you doing here? Get off me!” My chest caved in, but I couldn’t give up. I had to try again. “I’m your daughter,” I said, trembling. “Mom... it’s me. Evelyn.” “I don’t have a daughter!” she yelled, eyes wide with terror. “She died! She died in that accident! You’re not her—you’re not my daughter!”