The Book Woman's Daughter: A Novel の小説・ストーリー

"You are carrying a mixed blood child, nothing will happen to them, they'll have to be born no matter what, so you have to learn everything in the shortest time possible. Here have a look,’ the woman said handing over to her a book that no one had been able to read except for her for centuries. Tilda's eyes lit up when she took the book, at long last she would get the knowledge she had wanted so badly. She flipped over the first page to begin to read when the book flipped themselves the information get loaded into her head, it did so till the end of the book then it disappeared. Tilda looked up and found the woman gone, it was only her shadow from the candle that could be seen. She tried to

Almost immediately, the woman gave her response. "A woman? And she claims that the reason she is acting in this manner is because she feels that I have looked down on her daughter? Is it even possible that I know her daughter?" Esme appeared to be bewildered. Is that a sufficient justification to throw someone in jail and come dangerously close to killing someone else? "Are you familiar with the daughter?" "I have never seen the daughter, but the woman ranting to me said that her daughter was supposed to marry someone named Izayah, but because of you, she came back home in tears and did not eat for almost a week."

Elsa whined and picked up her book that had slipped off her hand in fear. Woown!” Alice said again. “What” Elsa rolled her eyes. She was still pissed with Alice. She wasn't scared that Alice will tell her parents that she catch her with a man. Alice isn't a gossiper, She's somehow lovely, but she's a badass. “Damn Elsa. Who's that?” Alice asked. “Who?” Elsa said. She pretended not to know what she was talking about. “Don't act like a child, know, Elsa. Is that your man? Damn, His car Is a baby!” Alice whined.

Isabella, on the other hand, seemed unbothered. "Me? A mistress? No, of course not," she replied lightly while giving her husband a sharp look. Elena was aware of that, but chose to remain unfazed. "I did, however, speak with a few mistresses. I listened to their stories without prejudice and, surprisingly, I learned a lot about them. So, one day, I decided to write a book about them." "Wow, that's truly interesting." She nodded as she sipped her wine. "Would you say that what they're doing is, to some extent, right?"

She knelt in front of the lady and started telling her story. "My lady, I'm the eldest daughter of my family. My father is a farmer. He took a loan once because our crops were destroyed due to drought. But he couldn't pay off the debt on time because our crops were unsuccessful again and again. Therefore according to the law, our debtor came to take our family members as slaves." Zhu Li continued. The lady was listening attentively.

Arlene’s father. It felt like the air had been knocked from my lungs. Everything I had tried to rebuild in myself—every flicker of trust, of hope, of healing—was obliterated in an instant. Because the woman who made me believe in love… Was the daughter of the man who taught me to hate it. And just like that, the illusion shattered. She was his daughter. The daughter of the man who destroyed my family. The man who took my mother away and drove my father to the edge of madness and grief. The man who built a perfect life on the wreckage of mine.

I begged, tears streaming down my face, "Mom, please listen to me! It's not like that; why won't you just hear me out—" Before I could finish, a series of slaps left me dazed, stars dancing in my vision. As she paused to catch her breath, her voice cut through the air, cold and sharp. "How did I end up with such a shameless daughter? You're the third wheel, and you're accusing her of being the other woman! Get out of my face! I don't have a daughter as pathetic as you!"

LETTER FROM THE AUTHOR Good day, It had been quite a roller coaster ride for everyone, for me, and all the readers who silently watched over me as I continued to write the first book of my first series, A Woman’s Worth. It was quite a blast writing this book. This one had started in 2018 and had been on hiatus with only 10 chapters published for the year 2018-2020. I had even forgotten about this one and the concept and plot was a little different before. But now after thinking things through, I picked it up once again on November 11, 2020 and started writing it from the beginning till the end. I experienced writer’s block 4 times while writing this.

"Welcome back, sister. We've been waiting for you to wake up." Here, in this family with no shared blood, I felt a warmth I hadn't known in years. I slowly sat up, feeling the strength returning to my body. "Mom," my voice was calm and firm, "from this day forward, Alessia Moretti is dead." "I am your daughter." The moment the words left my lips, I felt a sense of release I had never known. The girl who humbled herself for her family, the woman tormented by poison, the daughter wronged by her loved ones. She was dead.