Novel & Cerita The Best Daughter In The World

“I can’t give you much more time.” Glancing around the room, I clock the prisoners and who is getting a visitor. Every time I make a scan, my eyes go back to her. Phoenix Arizona. Daughter of Leo Arizona, the most powerful man in the world. You’d have to be living under a rock or be some boring investment banker to not know who she is. She’s the king's daughter, and the most powerful player in the game. One day she’ll be queen, but not until he hands over the crown.

He asked his wife, even though he knew she couldn't answer him. “Yes you are.” A voice came from behind and he turned to find his daughter standing in front of him near the doorstep. “You are the best Dad in the world. And Mom would be proud of you wherever she is.” It was his daughter Leona. She was the exact version of Alessandra. Intelligent, kind, brave and strong. A wide smile broke into his lips and he went to lift her in his arms. “Thank you, my princess. And always remember that you Mom loves you. She sacrificed her life to protect all of us from evil. She was the heroine of this Pack.”

my mother replied with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. My blood ran cold. "She's your biological daughter? What do you mean?" "You're just our adopted daughter. Sophia is our biological child. We've raised you all these years, which was already kind enough. You've been occupying Sophia's place for too long—it's time to give it back to her."

"Hey! Can you move your fake car out of the way? My mom's Panamera is a one-of-a-kind custom color in the world. Who are you to drive a look-alike?" the girl said. I rolled down the window and looked at her coldly. "Is your father Aaron Meyer?" The girl immediately puffed out her chest and answered proudly, "Of course! My name is Clarisse Meyer. I'm the Meyer family's one and only daughter! You're just a fraud trying to ride on our fame. Get lost now, or I'll have my dad seize your car!"

After giving birth early, memories from a different life flooded into my mind. In these memories, the daughter I had worked so hard to bring into the world was switched with hers. After that, I was told that my daughter had a congenital heart condition. I worked hard to raise her for eighteen years. In the end, I sold off all my assets so that she could have a heart transplant. Meanwhile, I had collapsed from all my efforts to care for her. Left with no choice, I wanted to tell my “daughter” that I was leaving this world, but I overheard her talking with my best friend. “That fool still thinks I’m her daughter. I was the one who poisoned her! Mom, once she dies and you get rid of tha

"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."

"Sounds like him." My phone buzzed. Dad. Video call. Perfect timing. I answered quickly. "Hey Dad!" His face popped up, tanned from wherever he was. "Baby girl! Are you home safe?" "Yeah," I said, turning the phone so Ryan came into view. "Your best friend played chauffeur like a champ." Ryan leaned in, waving. "Hey man. She's all settled." Dad grinned wide. "Good. Thanks buddy. I owe you." "You owe me nothing," Ryan said. "She's family."

Raising one of my brows, I browsed towards my side and stared at her fooling demeanor. “She’s too kind. And she always forgive everyone who was bad to her before,” she said. Something glistened in her eyes. They are he tears. ‘She’s even crying?!’ Dumbfounded on how good her acting is, I grabbed the glass of water and took a sip. “I agreed on that,” father responded. “My daughter is too kind and she’s willing to forgive people wronged her. Until now, I still couldn’t believe that she considered forgiving Sherly.”

“So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?” The blinding white smile of hers reappeared. “You’re getting it. Yes, in all honesty, you should never have woken, it should have taken much longer than four years. That’s why Mrs Velt was so interested in you. She was shocked that someone with that gift she has been researching for so many years was so close. Daughter of an I.L. agent. Someone that we all fought with back in the days.” “What, my dad?” “Yes. He was one of the best.”

My heart turned to ash. I looked Father in the eye. No sarcasm. No fight. Only the broken honesty of a daughter who had finally given up. "If it were Bianca dying," I asked quietly, "would you have made me give her my marrow?" His eyes flickered. Then turned to stone. "Why are you so fixated on pointless hypotheticals?" he said, "If she were the one who was sick, we wouldn't make you donate either. We have so many resources beyond your comprehension. We would certainly find a alternative suitable match."