Novel & Cerita The Governors Daughter

I didn’t come here to greet him. I came here to take my wife. “C-congratulations. I heard you won as Governor in Canada,” he said. I watched as he pulled the woman behind him forward. “T-this is my daughter, Allysa—Mika’s sister. She’s more beautiful than Mika, right?” he said, forcing the woman closer to me. “H-hi… I’m Allysa,” the woman said in a sweet, pretentious tone, about to touch my hand.

She stepped forward, reaching for the principal’s leg. "Sir, I really want to go to school. Please, I promise I’ll study hard…" Before she could finish, the principal recoiled as if he had touched something filthy and shoved both mother and daughter away. "Out, out, out! Throw them out of the school!" he shouted, trembling with anger. "We are responsible for all our students. There’s no way we would admit someone like this!" Before they could even react, security guards dragged them out and tossed them onto the street.

They questioned whether the annals documented anything like this. Elder Muller cleared his throat, eyes searching for the right words. “Umm… yes, indeed. It’s unprecedented, my king. We do not exactly have a good track record with her kind.” An understatement if ever I heard any. We avoided witches like the plague. “She is my aunt, and I owe her my life.” In a manner of speaking… But I would rather eat a sword than tell them that the child she is growing in her poisonous womb was mine. “As I am sure you’d have heard by now that she is Gisela’s and my grandfather’s daughter.”

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."

The short red gown hugging her body revealed her expensive taste, while the high heels clicking against the floor screamed wealth and status. Behind her stood several escorts and bodyguards personally sent by her father. Their job was simple— Keep cameras away. Because she hated appearing in the media She was none other than Fiona Gavin. The daughter of the President of California City. And the girl who had been obsessed with Trevor for years. Fiona had originally been sent away to America after causing a scandal serious enough to threaten her father’s political reputation. But now— She was back. Officially, she returned for her father’s upcoming inauguration party.

This was not the place to desire a woman—one of the governor’s daughters, no less—especially with Josephine still unmarried. Instead of this particular daughter keeping her eyes on his as she’d done inside, she kept her gaze downcast. He didn’t like that. He wanted to look into those amazing orbs. “You are one of the governor’s daughters,” he stated, taking his hands off her arms, but remaining close. “I am.” “Where are you in line to get married?” Her gaze lifted to his for a brief moment then lowered. “I’m the youngest,” she replied sadly. “How many sisters are waiting to find a husband before it is your turn?”