The Male Leads Adopted Daughter Novels & Stories

The day of the birth Elizabeth's P.O.V My baby boy is beautiful. I don't know what the girl looks like because the adoption agency took her right after the nurses cleared her safe to leave the hospital. I didn't even get to meet her or see how she looked. It would have been nice to know which character traits she got from me and which she got from Arnold. Speaking of which, he couldn't be happier. He doesn't even seem to be bothered by the fact that his daughter had been taken away as he has been staring at our son for the past two hours.

"Elena, please. You have to understand." I jerked away from his touch as if it burned. "Understand what? Understand that you've been lying to me for months? Understand that you've been spending your savings on another child while our daughter is here dying? Is that what you want me to understand?" "I never meant for this to happen," he said, and for a moment, I saw genuine remorse in his eyes. The child's father is my friend Seth, whom you also know about, he assigned me to take care of his daughter since he is out of town.

The guard shifted, hand moving to his belt. "Good?" David leaned forward, eyes bright with a feverish light I'd never seen before. "You think that old man was good? You think he gave me anything?" "He gave you—" "He gave me his pregnant daughter!" The words cracked like a whip. Other visitors turned to look. David didn't care. He usually cared too much about what other thought. "His precious daughter, knocked up by her own adopted brother, and I was the cleanup crew. The nobody from nowhere with ambition and no connections. Perfect for the job."

"Unless you'd put your hand in there, I don't see how he'll leave here..." Sue and James just watch her, stupefied. "Let me tell you a story James. Once upon a time, your adopted daughter had a mother and father but the father cheated on his wife with his secretary and then the wife walked in on them one day making out on the office table. The next day, the father disappears in a supposed car accident. He resurfaces years later with that secretary still by his side and plans to marry her, but he can't until he gets rid of his former wife. He plans well but it fails when he discovered he had a daughter named Sue. He breaks out of prison to meet Sue and while meeting her, he gets shot and dies

“That’s my ex-wife, are you dumb?” “Oh my fucking God, Adam!” he yells. “You told me you married Silas’s daughter? That’s not his daughter!” A slick chill runs through my body from that statement. I take a minute to swallow hard, letting it settle. “What the fuck do you mean? Hermione’s his first daughter.” “You married an adopted, push-aside girl. Not his real blood.” “Push-aside girl? The hell?” I ask, my chest picking up its own race as the realization slowly dawns on me.

But Acelon immediately prevented the woman from doing so while mentioning the name of the orphanage she was going to adopt today. "No need, I want to adopt Edna Morel." The woman furrowed her brows briefly and she sat back down on her chair, looking questioningly at Acelon. “That girl is the daughter of my co-worker, before He died I promised to take care of her. However, due to some problems, it got a little delayed." Acelon answered with a flat face without expression. At first glance the woman looked doubtful about Acelon's story. But in the end she chose to believe and ordered one of the children who passed by to summon Edna. The little girl had to meet her adoptive father before she was

I spoke a little calmer, but my arms were still crossed. “The decision has already been made, daughter. I hired him because I don't want to run the risk of something happening to you. Minerva, understand, I don't want to lose you, you're the only thing I have left,” my father paused and approached me, grabbing me gently by the arms. “Give him a chance, he's a great kid. He's trained for this kind of work, so I read his file.” I took a deep breath and averted my gaze to the beautiful view I had of the city.

He tended to have his subordinates do the rest. "You mean when you asked me to help you find your child?" "That's right." Marietta sat up. "The private investigator told me that my daughter had been adopted by an Eastonian couple. Plus, it's very likely someone from one of the big four families. You must have a way to check, right?" Light amusement lit up in Kirk's eyes. Of course he had his own means. It was just that … "No problem. Your troubles are mine to help bear. After all, you're my wife's favorite playwright."

He sure has some guts that I’m ready to rip off. “Arden,” Papa’s face brightens. “Come here, my son.” My chest twists. Did I just hear, son?! No fucking way. “Ma, what is he talking about?” The fucker replies me. “You’re not deaf, are you?” “Move an inch. I’ll strip you bare and toss you in the streets,” Mama’s words hit me like an arrow. “He’s our son now. Arden God's covenant. Oxford-educated. Business Strategist. And as of today, legally adopted into the Douglas family as the Ceo And most importantly—”

A satisfied expression appeared on his face, his overwhelming possessiveness casting a shadow in his eyes like thick fog. “Good girl.” ... After comforting the tearful Jennifer, I escorted her out of the Greenwood family estate. I hid the things she had left for me, and a few servants locked me inside the bedroom. From then on, my movements were restricted to this lifeless room. The days of captivity were dull and monotonous—until one day, an unexpected visitor arrived. “What do you mean my father said I can’t go in? He’s not even home! Open the door for me, or you can forget about keeping your job in the Greenwood family!”