Since She's Not Your Daughter Who Exactly Is She の小説・ストーリー

he answered "Seriously? You didn't tell me you have a daughter! What about her mom?" I asked, feeling surprised "Daughter? Where did I mention that she is my daughter" he fired back with a question "Oh! Sorry, then why is she staying with you If she isn't your daughter?" I asked, confused already "She isn't my daughter, Kiara. She has no father nor mother" he explained "Oh! Such a pity! She is too beautiful to be an orphan" I muttered calmly

Too rehearsed. I narrowed my gaze. “Who are you?” She smiled, but there was tension behind it. “I’m your father’s daughter.” Silence fell like a bomb. “My what?” I said, not moving. “His daughter,” she repeated, her voice steady now, the rehearsed performance beginning. “From another woman. Years ago. Before all of this. Before your mother. Before you.” I stared at her like she had just sprouted wings. But all I could do was whisper, “This has to be a mistake.”

I ask again. “ I’m here to see you” “ Why we have no connection, I just dance at your club there's nothing special about me” “That's where you are wrong, there is more to you Tiffanye, and standing here just confirms my assumptions” “And that is?” “ That you are my daughter”

Whiskey. I have a feeling, an inkling as to who she may be, though I need to be sure before I act. I growled lowly and snarled. Then her first words came back to me again. I stood up a little straighter and frowned, “You called me Daughter” I said quickly. “I did” she said back. “Why?” “You are a product of your mother, who in turn is a product of me” “That doesn’t make any sense” I snapped.

Su, what should she do? "Dad, I am your daughter. You are so seriously ill. Why didn't you tell me?"

“What if I’m not King Charles’ daughter? If I’m not his daughter, then I’m not your half-sister, which means this isn’t taboo.” I tilted her head so she was meeting my gaze. “I’ve been looking into that, actually.”

She's her Mother's Daughter **Get her pregnant** Seth's POV "Get her pregnant!"He replied and I flinched. "Are you kidding me?" "I mean how on earth will you say such a thing? She's sixteen for fuçk sake, sixteen!" I half yelled.

Aidan shook his head, attempting to talk, but she cut him off, huffing, "She's not yours, Aidan." He interrupted softly, admitting, "I know. I saw the result and…" He paused as she gave him a surprised look, feigning obliviousness. “How did you know now?" She raised an eyebrow. He waved and dismissed her question, saying, "Anyway, I know I'm not her father. She's Lucas’ daughter, but… it’s not going to change anything. I'm her friend and she means a lot to me." She pushed him back slightly, stating strongly, “She's not your friend…"

I know she hates me with all her might, maybe even double after today's incident. "Pappi," she caught me off guard once again, and I'm sure I'm waiting for her answer. This girl sure really is my daughter by how adamant she can be. "She's not going to be your mother," I outrightly told her. "Then who is going to be?" she inquires once again. "None," I almost barked at her, but I restrained myself, as I don't want to hurt the innocent girl. She is still clueless about the world as it is.

she grumbled. "Because he is your father" he retorted. "I don't know where he is or where he could be" she said loudly in anger. "I didn't even know when they left" she sighed heavily. "He is your father and you are telling me you don't know his refuge?" Alpha Jones didn't stop pestering her. He wouldn't get anything that way because she didn't know anything. "Yes, I'm his daughter, not his soldier" she struck Matt with a stinging look. "Maybe you should ask your dog" she fumed.