The Daughter They Overlooked Novels & Stories

Her father had always struck him as weird and maybe a little evil, but he had not thought too much of it. After all, he was not the one he was getting married to. But why did he not think about how he must have parented his daughter? Ophelia was.. Ophelia was Ophelia. Always yelling and cursing at their staff, and she really did not care for anyone, not even their daughter. He was not sure she had been to this hospital since the night Olivia was first brought here. “Do you want anything, my princess?” He looked down at his daughter. She understood him after staring for a few seconds and said, “Izza.”

His brilliant, strong, fearless daughter was gone, and she had left a void no-one could fill. His only son, Pedro, was in jail, serving time for sending a man to coma. Pedro was not useful to him in a way. He was just the son who spent his father's money. He had no brains for business or schooling. He was always falling into one mischief or the other. He had let him stay in jail because he was frustrated. He hoped with a few months in, he'll become sober and perhaps more serious. His only other daughter, Beatrice, was not one to depend on either. She was impulsive, making moves without strategy or making no moves at all. He had thought Abigail would be able to teach her some good business sk

Caldwell exhaled sharply, his gaze fixed on the television screen as Sarah’s composed, confident expression filled the broadcast. “The same girl we thought was better off as Alexander Blake’s wife,” he muttered, his tone unreadable. Eleanor swallowed hard, her heart pounding. “We...” She hesitated. They had chosen wrong. All these years, they had bet on the wrong daughter. They had sent away the one who could have truly brought pride to their name. And what had they kept? Victoria, the daughter they had raised as their own, the one they had always showered with love, protection, and privilege,

"Mom, the precious daughter you loved for 20 years wasn't a heiress who got switched at birth. She was never a Howe. She was the maid's kid. The real Lilith was swapped out at birth and left to freeze to death in the snow. "That maid forged the keepsake and staged the reunion so that her daughter could live a good life. And for the sake of appearances, for a so-called perfect child, you didn't even bother with a DNA test. You welcomed her with open arms while treating your real daughter like dirt."

He cherished me and adored me, making me the most envied woman in all of Luncy. Yet now, I watched him give the tenderness that should belong only to me to another woman. "What do other people have to do with me? I'm ordering you to come check on her right now. She says she doesn't feel well!" "But this pregnant woman is in critical condition..." The doctor tried to advocate for me, but the next second, Dante grabbed him by the collar. "Are you trying to tell me what to do? If you still want to work in Luncy, don't question my decisions!"

“He’s right. We don’t want anything to happen to you. You’re still young. You’ll find someone else.” Though visibly shaken, her daughter swallowed her pride and gave a small nod. “Fine… I’ll behave.” Satisfied, her father gave a final warning glance before grabbing his cloak and heading out. “I’m going to the strategy meeting. Stay out of trouble.” The moment the door closed behind him, the daughter sank onto the couch. Her breathing was heavy, her fists clenched. Her mother, however, moved closer—this time with a different light in her eyes. She sat beside her and whispered, “I understand how you feel, dear. You and Theo were supposed to have everything together… power, title, respect. And

"Is it only your father you missed?" ’Layla.’ I quickly noted her name. The little girl turned toward her and hugged her waist tightly, face still lit with joy. But there was a stillness in her gaze that didn’t quite belong to a child That scene... that moment, it hit me like a punch to the gut. They looked like a family. A perfect, picture-frame, storybook family. And I couldn’t move. Alpha King Daxton had a daughter? No one in Ironveil had whispered a word. No rumors. No gossip. Nothing.

I can fix this before it's too late. My phone lit up. Family group chat. Father's message was short: [Gemma is terminal. Bianca forbidden from donation. Family decision.] My blood turned to ice. They had seen the misdelivered file. They thought I was the one dying—and they had voted to let me rot. When I pushed open the door and saw Father, I felt it— the temperature drop, the world freezing around me. Tears burned my eyes. I couldn't stop them. "Father," I said, my voice barely steady.

“And now you’re optics with my daughter? How does that look to the board? To the investors? To the press?” “Like none of their fucking business.” She wipes her eyes, smearing mascara. “You denied me. And now you’re hard for the one thing that should’ve been off-limits. My daughter. My blood.” “Your blood walked in on you fucking her boyfriend.” I meet her stare dead-on. “You want to talk about off -limits?” Her mouth opens, closes. Color floods her cheeks. “That…That was different.” “Was it?” I stand slowly, desk between us like a barrier I don’t need. “You took something that belonged to her. I took something that never belonged to you.”

My sister Mia and I both had a crush on Alpha Felix. But Mia was sweet and knew exactly how to act cute. Felix only had eyes for her—just like our parents. Even when Mia and I competed for the position of Chief Beta, Felix chose her without a second thought. So, I left the pack in a fit of anger, determined to make a name for myself. Six years later, I became the strongest female Alpha in North America, leading the Crimson Pack. But my family and Felix knew none of this. That is, until I heard that Felix’s Crescent Pack was facing a severe financial crisis and desperately needed a powerful ally to survive. I looked at my schedule and let out a soft smirk. The name written next to the 10:00 A