The Daughter She Chose Novels & Stories

Sophia watched in horror. The Author raised the pen toward Seraphina. “Last chance.” Sophia stepped forward. “Don’t.” “Choose.” Sophia looked at Seraphina. Her daughter smiled. “Mummy” “Yes?” “Don’t choose for me.” Sophia froze. Seraphina continued: “You taught me freedom.” She stepped forward. “Now let me use it.” Sophia slowly nodded. “Okay.” Seraphina looked directly at the Author. “I choose.” The Author smiled.

"How did I not raise you? Without me, you wouldn’t even be alive to stand here talking back! Now I spend a little of your money, and you dare complain, you ungrateful brat. If I’d known, I should have strangled you at birth! "If you’ve got the guts, then leave. I’ll pretend I never had a daughter like you!" My face was already wounded, and the slap made the pain lance even deeper. Nevertheless, no physical pain could compare to the agony in my chest. I nodded as if resigning myself to fate. "Fine. I’ll leave. I’ll pretend I never had a mother like you. I’ll pretend this family never existed." The resolve in my eyes made panic flicker across Mom’s face, but for the sake of pride, she didn’t t

Meanwhile, the floating comments above my head scrolled wildly across my vision. [The real daughter prepared a maid outfit as a reward for the male lead. She's already waiting for him at the hotel!] [Damn, sneaking a taste of forbidden fruit right after graduation? That's wild.] [Supporting female character, don't throw away your future for a man. Your life belongs to you. Don't become part of their little game.] I quietly exited the application page. Then I changed my university choices. Because to me, my future mattered far more than any man.

I held my open hand out over the sand. "I am going to ask. Come to me because you want to. Or do not, and I will love you anyway. But it has to be yours. Come home, little one, if you choose it. Choose." For a moment that lasted a year, my daughter knelt on the sand between the woman who owned her and the mother who would not. And then Selene turned away from the glowing vial, and she crawled to my open hand. She did it slow, and wobbling, and entirely on her own, out from under the pull of the blood and across the last stretch of sand, and she put her small hand in mine and pressed her wet face into my wrist, and she chose me.

"If I discover that any of you know where she is and have concealed it, I will report every detail of tonight to His Highness." Dad opened his mouth but couldn't get a word out. Prince Silas was among the most powerful princes in the vampire world. He wouldn't even have to act personally. There were plenty of families under his authority that would happily deal with the Vardis to earn his favor. The only person who could rescue Dad from this disaster was me. And he genuinely had no idea where his eldest daughter was. The only thing he could vaguely recall was watching Adrian drag me out of the hall a few minutes earlier.

Eight months pregnant and gripped by severe contractions, I begged my husband to take me to the hospital. Instead, Emery Copeland told me to tough it out and hold the baby in, all because his widowed sister-in-law had gone into labor on the same day. Desperate to make sure my child wasn't born first and claim the Copeland family's legacy, Emery locked me inside a commercial walk-in freezer set below zero without a second thought. "The heir to the family has to be Mavis's baby," he declared coldly. "She has nothing left, while you already have all my love. It's only fair that my family's fortune goes to her child. The freezing temperature will slow your labor. You'll give birth when it's y

Seven years after reuniting with my biological family, everyone in the Morgan family still hated me. My parents couldn't stand me. No matter how hard I tried, they just told me that I could never quite shake off my poor upbringing. In their eyes, I'd never be as graceful or well-mannered as the daughter they'd raised in my place. My older brother blamed me for sending her away for an entire year after I first showed up. So when she finally moved back into the family's mansion, he guarded her like a watchdog, constantly hovering around her as if I'd bully her the second he turned his back. Even my little brother, the boy I'd practically raised myself, said she was the sister he'd always dr

It had taken me seven whole years to help Leonardo Caruso become Don. The night he took the title, he held my hand tightly and announced to everyone, "From now on, no matter what happens, forget about me if you have to. The Donna stays safe." That night, everyone envied what we had. Then his childhood friend, Isabella Greco, returned from Sorrenza. He still escorted me to dinners and galas on his arm, but he handed the family business to Isabella and told me to focus on resting and caring for our baby. Isabella's father had died for him. Whenever she needed him, I had to come second. I believed that after surviving so many brushes with death together, he would never truly abandon me.

I'm the middle child. My older sister, Jessica Carter, is a straight-A student. My little brother, Tommy Carter, is the baby of the family. I'm the one everyone overlooks, yet Mom and Dad are always praising me in front of other people. "Riley is such an easy child. She never asks for new clothes and is perfectly happy wearing Jessica's hand-me-downs." "When there are only two pieces of bacon left at the table, she won't even reach for them. She just keeps her head down and eats her toast as if she hasn't noticed." "Jessica shuts herself in her room to study, and Tommy hogs the TV. But even at ten years old, Riley insists on doing the dishes and sweeping the floors. We can't get her to

My six-year-old daughter, Lily Hayes, lay unconscious after a car hit her. My husband, Ethan Hayes, was a surgeon, but he insisted on doing my sister Vivian's minor surgery first. He said Vivian's husband had died saving his life, and he couldn't turn his back on my sister and her son. He assigned other doctors to save Lily and went into Vivian's operating room himself. Lily survived, but she lost her right forearm and her left lower leg. When Lily woke up, she told me Vivian had pushed her out of the safe area behind the stone bollards and into the path of the out-of-control car. I asked for the accident to be investigated. My mother slapped me. Instead of stopping her, Ethan grabbed my wri