Since She's Not Your Daughter Who Exactly Is She นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I know her from somewhere. "Fuck." "Exactly." That same deep voice sounds again. This time when I look there is no one here. "Hello?" "She is the daughter you never knew about.The last piece of someone you lost long ago."

"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.

Her voice broke as she stated, "She's not your niece." "She’s your daughter."

"I'm not your daughter at all." "What a joke. You think that you can completely leave me after denying this blood relation?"

The strength In me receding even more as I had just lost blood. ‘ so you are her daughter’ she exclaimed with a smirk ‘ Whose daughter?’ I asked, what was she saying…..was it my mother? Does my father know? So many questions kept going through my mind. ‘ oh you don’t remember, I wonder what Lisa would tell looking at you like this?’ she said snickering. Lisa wasn’t my mother’s name. who was she? Was she someone I knew? I tried recalling but I couldn’t. My face evident that I dint know what she was talking about.

“Not quite…” “Ok, so they killed someone and I’m the easiest target out of their kids…” “No…” she shakes her head but gives me a motion to keep going, like I’m close. “Not their kids…” “But you just said not quite when I said their only daughter…” I scoff and her eyes widen, her nostrils flare, and I can see she is physically struggling with how to guide me. “You are so close. Til, are you sure you want to know this? Once you hear it…”

" Scream. I cross my arms, not looking away from his gaze. I'm doing this for your own good, even if it seems rude. "Then act like one and listen. I'm your daughter and I've been taking care of you since we arrived, I thought I'd get out of bed after a few days, it's been two months! Two fucking months and nothing! " I exclaim, throwing my hands up, showing all my indignation. She narrows her eyes and gives up looking at me. " Leave me alone. She asks and I shake my head. " Not. "Amelia..." " No, Dona Anna Maria. I'm not going to watch you slowly fade away, I'm here and I demand that you fight and recover.

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?

"He is fine. You know his always busy with work. What of your fiancé? Where is he?" "He isn't back from work yet" "Okay. What's so urgent that you need to needs to see me?" "Mom, there is this girl that has been an obstacle in my way ever since she came here" "Which girl? Who is she? Have I met her before?" "No...not really. It's my father-in-law's new caretaker they hired. Evans keeps supporting her and sees me like the evil villian" "Where is she?" "She is in jail"

Taking a breath, I tried to think of a basic question. “So, Alpha Devon Cross is your father.” She snorted. “Way to fail right off the bat. That’s not a question. It’s a statement, idiot.” I rolled my eyes. “Alright. Let me rephrase it then. Are you the daughter of Alpha Devon Cross and Katerina Williams?”