Romans & histoires The Lost Daughter

I can see fear creeping up to him. “Let’s see. I want you dead” - Gabe says and Alex’s eyes meet his. “B...but I have a daughter” - he says “I could care less about that” - Gabe replies “She’ll be better off without a shit of father like you” - I say “Please don’t kill me, I’ll do whatever you want” - he says “Okay, so I want to keep you tied up in a cell receives a beating every day for the rest of your life as you receive constant updates on how happy Amelia is with me and our little daughter” - I say

***************************************************************************** On the fourth day, the first thing Harold did after he opened his eyes, was to ask about his daughter and surprisingly within half an hour, Harry managed to bring her to his father’s room. Harold broke into tears seeing his daughter come into his room on her wheelchair. He grabbed her hand and began to cry hysterically. “You are my angel. I never thought you would forgive me..” He cried into her hands. “After your mother died, I came back to Manhattan in search for you, I swear. I wanted to take you back with me but you were nowhere to be found.”

I'm the Alpha of the strangest pack in the world, if I need someone to disaper then all I have to do is give the word and that person will never be seen or heard of ever agen. She looks me dead in the eyes and says, "I'd like to see you fucking try something my dad will have your ass if anything happend to me!" "So what are you, Daddy's little princess? If so I don't see how in the hell he would let you walk out of the house dressed like that. Do you know how many boys I had to chase off because they were looking at what is mine?"

I ask him. “Yes, I decided to stay close enough to keep an eye on her. She found good parents who have loved her all these years. And her childhood, especially, was good, with friends and a lot of love. But she lost almost all her friends when she never shifted, and became an outsider to everyone. Almost everyone, her parents, has loved her unconditionally, and she has her best friend.” He tells me. I am happy to know my little daughter had a happy and safe home. But she never shifted, which surprises me.

Lisa stood frozen, her face pale, eyes wide with horror as she stared at the aftermath. At me. At what I allowed. At what I chose. She finally found her voice. “Divorce her,” she demanded, her voice trembling with rage and disbelief. “Divorce her now, Nikolai! This is your fault. You let this happen. You can't control her, she's an animal.” I looked at my mother slowly. Very slowly. Katerina let out another broken sob behind her, rocking slightly as she tried to sit up and failed. Lisa gestured wildly toward her. “Look at her! Her face is ruined. She’ll never model again. No respectable man will want her now. You owe her. You owe her.”

A procession of somber figures in black filed in. At the forefront was a woman with silver-streaked hair, clutching a photo in a black frame. The girl in the picture beamed, her smile as bright as Evelyn's. "My daughter, Melody Rogers, was Frank's student, too," the woman's voice broke. "He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen."

He shut up. Good. She stepped inside without waiting for permission. Caleb sputtered behind her. “This is my—Amara, you can’t just—” “I know, Caleb.” Her voice was ice. “I know everything.” His face drained. “W‑what are you talking about?” She turned slowly, eyes burning. “The baby you told me died,” she said, each word measured, lethal. “The child you said I lost.” She stepped closer. “My daughter.” Caleb’s breath hitched. “Amara—listen—”

As he looked at the evidence on the floor, he recalled Rita's deranged smile and Elisa's final calm yet despairing face. Finally, he understood what he had lost. It wasn't the business or family prestige. It was his only biological daughter. Moreover, it was all his fault. Outside, the night deepened. City lights flickered on, one by one, like countless indifferent eyes watching their broken family. A distant gunshot echoed. It was muffled. It sounded like the victim had their mouth stuffed shut. It was the Neri family's law—the execution of a traitor. Rita was dead.

This was not the first time I had ti find someone, and I will find her. Grabbing my online, I put a call to Logan. How could I forget that I had Logan. The man was a wizard when it came to searching for people's locations and in my hysteria, I forgot. “Yes boss.” He responded in the other end. “I need you to find me Sarah, the daughter of Donga. I've sent you the details of the video call that just entered from the people who kidnapped her, along with the detaild of possible locations I got from my team. One hour.” I ordered, immediately cutting the call before I got a response.there was no need for courtesy right now.

Mom's face went pale. She gripped the mic, her voice shaking. "Wh-What... what is this? Is this donor cadaver really my daughter, Charlotte?" She stared at Elayne, frozen in disbelief. Elayne took a shaky breath. "Yes. The cadaver in front of you... it's Charlotte." The mic slipped from Mom's hand, slamming to the floor with a sharp, earsplitting crack. People in the audience flinched, hands flying to their ears.