The Daughter They Overlooked Novels & Stories

0318 said, "The apple really doesn't fall far from the tree. Her father assaulted someone while she's eager to scheme behind someone's back and sleep with them!" 8M_andyboo wrote, "This is just disgusting. It's sad that the family lost their only daughter! Meanwhile, that culprit's children are atrocious! The son is devious and the daughter is schemeful! One tries to get his hands on an old man's inheritance while the other tries to marry the rich by drugging them! They're absolutely vile!"

Although his daughter could be willful, she was a good girl and knew how to show gratitude when it mattered. That was why he was so indulgent with Clarice. “Your daughter is indeed a good girl, but your indulgence has let her develop an unruly personality. That’s why she dared to go to a bar without protection. “Even if that was your turf, you didn’t make preparations in time, which gave others the opportunity to act. “If your daughter comes out of this unscathed, then you can be happy, but what if something really happened? What would you do then? Kill all of your subordinates?

**** After his daughter was arrested, he had refused to see her as a way of punishing her for all those terrible decisions she made, but he couldn't do so anymore as she was now dead. She was a result of a one night stand but he had come to love her as she was the only daughter he had. Even his wife accepted Daira as her own even though she was a result of her husband's infidelity. He had loved and brought her up but now that he thought about it maybe he had spoiled her rather than bringing her up. Whatever she wanted, she always got and when she wanted Lucas but couldn't have him, it developed into an obsession. He should have stopped her there and then rather than covering for her crimes a

Flashback! “Both of you will be now working for Jhonia, and as the daughter I have never had I don't care what she decided to do or where to go... I will make it my responsibility to take care of her whether she likes it or not! Now, even though you're going to her house... You will still be paid by me, also there will be another maid are two. Your job will be to care for the house whether she there or not! I always expected Nearce to expand with her anyways but since he decided to destroy her soul and rip apart what's left of her heart! How can I not blame myself? My only son, took away the only thing I ever needed form me. A daughter! But I pray the day if when they leave each other and sh

But no longer shaking. “I still hear his voice,” she admitted. “My father’s. In the dark. Sometimes I dream about the way he looked at me when I was cast out. Like I was already dead.” “I know that look,” Ryker said. “I’ve seen it in other alphas. When something stops being useful to them.” She nodded. “That’s the word. Useful. I was never a daughter. I was a bargaining chip. A body meant to carry obedience.” Ryker shifted beside her, not touching, but close. Steady.

"No! I don't believe it! I have to see it for myself!" Joyce turned pale. She swooped Lacy up in her arms and quickly backed away. My father watched the scene unfold with cold detachment. I let out another laugh. Unbelievable. So now he remembers that he has a wife and daughter? Now he realizes that getting too close to a single mother with a kid might not have been appropriate? What was he doing before? Playing dumb? Or deliberately rubbing it in my face?

"But now, not only is that brat's ex-wife still alive, you've also lost the project. Tell me, why should I still help you?" "Because it was all an accident!" I said desperately. "I underestimated Evelyn. But from now on, I'll take this seriously! I'm your daughter—dealing with a country bumpkin like Evelyn should be easy!" There was a long silence on the other end of the line. My heart pounded in my chest. "You are right about that," my father finally said. "My daughter should have no trouble crushing a Northen chick." I breathed a sigh of relief. "You haven't forgotten my lifelong goal, have you?" he asked.

My eyes opened to the sight of my eight-year-old daughter Aaliyah standing in front of me with her big bright brown eyes. As soon as I woke up I knew I didn’t avoid getting a killer hangover. Not only that but I was pretty sure I was still a bit drunk. No doubt I went… a little overboard at my friend’s party last night and I couldn’t remember much of how it ended. I got an idea as my eyes slowly shifted from my daughter to the other side of my bed. Strategically I pulled one of the blankets over the head of my one-night stand.

On top of that, they still have the nerve to use her retirement fund? [My blood pressure rose when I saw that rigged raffle box! They were all ‘in-laws’!] [The daughter was crying so pitifully during her livestream, and it turns out that she’s the one who didn’t spend the New Year’s with her own mother for ten years?] Lydia and Ben had not expected the people online to dox them and find out their work details. They were working in MNCs in the city. Ben was in the middle management, and he was paid fairly well.

I was faint like a soft light trying to break through the darkness. For a brief moment, Eugene thought of Annabella. The family bond he had neglected for years suddenly felt different, like someone had opened a door he'd thought permanently locked. He dismissed the sensation as stress-induced paranoia. His daughter was too weak, too insignificant to pose any real threat to his plans. "Impossible," he muttered, rolling onto his side on the narrow cot. "She could never..." But doubt crept in like a persistent chill. He had underestimated her before, had failed to notice the cameras she'd hidden throughout their quarters. What else had he missed about the daughter he'd dismissed as nothing more