The Daughter They Overlooked Novels & Stories

"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."

Her legs gave way, and she sank to the ground. Staring at my photo, she suddenly clutched her chest and burst into tears. “Carol... I was wrong... “I shouldn’t have played favorites... Please come back... I miss you so much...” Father stood nearby, his back suddenly slumping. Decades of favoritism, decades of condoning, had raised a murderer with their own hands. The daughter they had neglected their entire lives remained forever on that snow-covered road.

When I was three, a fortune-teller ran his hand over my skull and said, "This girl was born unlucky. Money will never stay with her. "Give her no more than $6.60 a year. One cent more, and she'll pay for it with her life." So every birthday, my card held the same thing: a crumpled five-dollar bill, a one-dollar coin, and sixty cents in change. My adopted younger sister, Sophie, was different. Her birthday cash could cover an entire bed. I cried and threw tantrums. I even snatched one of Sophie's envelopes, the one with $660,000 in it. That same night, I broke out in hives from head to toe, went into respiratory failure, and ended up in the ICU. It took three days to save me. When I wok

The pack knew my mother, Wynne Carter, a renowned pack healer, as the very definition of fairness. To avoid any accusation of favoritism, she once had me removed from the emergency ward while I was suffering from a severe allergic reaction, all because she couldn’t let her own daughter take medical resources away from other pack members. Even when I invited her to the academy’s open day, she turned me down because my instructor was pregnant. She reprimanded me sternly, “Get those funny ideas out of your head. My position is not a way for you to get special treatment from your instructors.” I had always believed my mother was merely strict. Then, the fire happened. My adopted sister,

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

"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.

After my husband, Don of the Rizzo family, died in a shootout, I took over the family and wiped out the one that killed him. To groom my daughter into the next heir, I handpicked four adopted sons to protect her. Ten years. I poured everything into them—my name, my money, my time. And every last one of them turned out exceptional and self-reliant. Over the years, with them at her side, my daughter moved forward steadily. Until the month before my daughter was about to take over my position, I got a desperate call from her. "Mom, help me... someone's got me trapped in the banquet hall. They're trying to rip my clothes off..." By the time I got there, my daughter was curled up in a corner, hal

You should have completely behaved yourself. With each expletive that tore from his throat, Hideous wrestled with the ache of regret that ate him from the insides, a relentless reminder of the promises left unfulfilled and the sins of Neglet that haunted his every waking moment. How could he, a man of such formidable power and influence, have allowed his daughter to fall prey to the machinations of those who sought to do her harm? Now, it is no wonder that his daughter hated him before. It was because he had neglected her before. She had wished for someone to save her, but they arrived late.

“Devon, my lovely daughter. Can we leave that all behind? Please, forgive us for all our lacking as parents back then. Let’s start anew now, can we? We will try hard to cater you and Daemon to this family even though it’s very difficult.” “How about dad? Will he be able to accept Daemon? He hated him. Did you know that dad killed Daemon’s father but my husband set aside his hatred for me? That’s how he loves me and our baby, mom.” Pulling her hand from her grasp, Devon bit her tongue. “Can you be able to give that much love and sacrifice for me as your daughter?” Melena went silent. She is conflicted but deep inside she knows that Devon is their neglected child because she is a girl. Is it h

She was just speaking the truth and didn’t fear offending him further. Good driving skills don’t make you a socialite, and surpassing her best friend? Dream on! “If she wants to surpass our top socialite, Esther might as well forget it. After all, birth matters. Even Chloe Davenier, the real daughter of the Davenier family, isn’t qualified to enter socialite circles. Let alone her — she’s the discarded daughter kicked out of the Davenier family!” Calling her a “discarded daughter,” Claire felt she was being generous. Otherwise, she might have said “abandoned baby.”