Surviving As A Tyrant's Daughter 소설 & 이야기

“You are someone. You’re the woman who survived her mother, survived the headlines, survived everything and still came home to me. That’s not nothing.” She places her hands on my chest, not pushing me away but not melting either. “It’s not nothing. But it’s also not everything. I want more than being the girl who seduced her stepfather and survived the scandal. I want to create something. Why can’t you see that as a good thing instead of a threat?”

No one had ever escaped from its territory once they set foot in the southern hemisphere. The Demon King was in a bad shape after coming home from the Underworld, so his son became the regent for years now. "Last but not least, the immortal prince." Nilenia smiled widely. "Xander?" She pouted. Alexander was the Vampire Prince who always teased her when she was young. Her father introduced her to some kids after ten years of isolation. Xander was one of them. "That's your four prince charming. I heard a lot was interested, but father and the elders chose the best. So it's down to four. What can you say?"

One look in his eyes the first day we met and I was mermerized. Being the sole heir to Jagex, one of the biggest oil producing companies in the whole of united state and also the owner of Fredo_ a fashion company, I couldn't help but call myself lucky to have someone like him. He was a kind of luck not all girl where fortunate to have. But he was still that same luck that turned into a nightmare after years of his disappearance. “Let’s get you ready for school honey” I smiled at her as I cupped her chin, but instead of smiling back, her face fell into a frown.

Elena Amid that impenetrable darkness, there was no glimmer of light, not even the faintest spark. It was an abyss, an unending sea of obsidian, gripping me in its inescapable vice. The claws of this darkness were dangerous, scary, and strange. Then, a glimmer, a beacon in that sea of shadows—I saw it. My room, nestled in a forgotten corner, bathed in the gentle glow of two lamps. My old room, a sanctuary I'd occupied before my world changed, before I was reduced to a slave, marked with a sinister and damning moniker—the Traitor's Daughter.

"Please! He did nothing wrong!" He shook his head. His grip got tighter. "You will act this instant. Get her to court. Get her into jail. Do whatever you need to do. You will not let her roam around freely after what she did to my daughter. And if you don't act", he jabbed his finger into my chest. "Then I'm taking my daughter back home to Austria with us, and you will never ever hear from her again, understood ?"

Now, I just had to figure out how to navigate the complexities of this new development and ensure that our kingdom remained stable and prosperous. I turned to face the Datu, my eyes scanning the room with a stern gaze. "You have all heard the babaylan's words," I said, my voice firm and authoritative. "My daughter, Hara Dayang, is pregnant with the soon-to-be rightful heir to the throne. I will not tolerate any further discussion or dissent about her lineage or her ability to rule." My voice carried across the room, silencing the Datu's whispers and murmurs. "From this day forward, I warn you all: any further attempts to undermine my daughter's authority will be met with swift and severe con

Once slight push land it would fall to the ground. They finally opened the door and a familiar feminine face appeared, Amira? That's when Evelyn truly understood her dilemma. She had always hated Amira and this stupid place she run where they kidnapped girls and then auction them off into slavery to various men. Some of those men ended up killing the girl for parts while other's made them sex toys. They roughly got her off the ground and that was and open mistake, if only her eye lids were not so weak and her limbs so numb. If not, then she would have made a kick and run show.

It took me fifteen years to get here—from fifteen to thirty. The journey wasn’t easy. Jumping from a building, though, had only taken three years. But to transform from a desperate, miserable heiress to a strong woman standing at the top of her game took twelve more. I was glad I took those twelve extra years. A lot had changed in those twelve years. For instance, Shaw City’s leading company had collapsed—that was my parents’ business. When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. Their downfall wasn’t pretty; rumor had it they even mortgaged their villa.

Helena, who had stage fright, must have had a hard time, but for the sake of revenge and to show her true self, the girl dared herself. "Helena!" Damn it! Helena could still recognize the voice because it was just yesterday that she left the big house of Frazier, her ex-husband's family. Followed by footsteps approaching hurriedly. Helena immediately put on a flat expression and straightened her body when Jimmy arrived in front of her. "What do you mean?" Jimmy's stupid question made Helena stare blankly at the man. "What?" asked Helena coldly. "What do you mean you're the heir to JF Group? You must be kidding?" accused Jimmy, making Helena laugh in disbelief.

If only you had been the one born in the mountains. How much must she hate me to say something like that? Allison tightened her grip on the bowl of ginger soup. It was hot in her hands, but her heart felt cold. She still remembered the day Ruth returned to their lives. They had once shared a long, heartfelt conversation. Ruth sat on the edge of her bed and told her everything. How she had been kidnapped and trafficked into the mountains. How she was beaten and abused. How she barely survived giving birth. She said Sherrie became her only reason to live.