The Real Daughter Came Back To Chill And Kill Novels & Stories

“I thought that the woman lied to me and pointed me to the wrong person. I was so mad, you know? But I found out later that the girl was your real daughter, and we treated her ‘really nicely’. “Judging by your expression, I feel it was much better than killing you! Hahaha!” My father stared at All Stars. “Who’s that woman?” “Don’t you know? We caught one woman before your daughter. She said that she was tortured while under your care and hates you. She said that if we let her go, she’d help us catch you. “But she lied to me. Still, we managed to kill your daughter, and that’s still great. It feels much better making you live in the eternal pain of losing your only remaining family.

"Don't play dumb with me. You didn't say it yourself — you used your husband to do it for you. Very clever. I underestimated you." "I genuinely don't know what you're talking about." "Still acting? Mrs. Moss told me everything. You came over last night and had Lucian make a whole show of your hand on purpose." I frowned. Mrs. Moss again. I'd forgotten about her — technically the housekeeper, functionally Vanessa's informant. Whatever she'd relayed to Vanessa had definitely been dressed up along the way. Vanessa was talking fast, like a storm with a fire inside it. "Mom and Dad sat me down and told me I'd gone too far. That you're their biological daughter and I need to remember that."

Her father also tried to rush in to save his daughter from the raving lunatic, but, Lucille blurred towards him, holding him still. "I'm sorry I have to do this." Crimson bled into her eyes and she spoke, "forget about your daughter. From now on, she doesn't exist and she means nothing to you." She compelled him. One last tear of sorrow fell from his eyes for his daughter. The old man nodded and moved to a side, he stared as his already forgotten daughter got drained of her blood. He held her still as he fed on her. Her blood wasn't enough to fill the vacuum the other girl who'd nearly died in an accident had created.

He looked at me and declared righteously, “Your threats mean nothing, Ms. Lance. The fact is, your daughter killed herself!” I did not utter a word. I simply picked up the scalpel and prepared to cut off Valarie’s other ear. Before I could act, the police breached the door and pinned me to the floor. The livestream audience erupted in cheers. [Take this kidnapper out and execute her!] [Justice is served! You can’t outrun the law forever!] [Thank God! The girl is saved!] Both Davin and Gabriel breathed sighs of relief. They were all waiting for me to look afraid, to see my plan fall apart.

Once freed, Jill and Molly fell to the ground, gasping for air like fish out of water. Jill was terrified and sobbing aggrievedly. "Dad, why are you doing this to me? I'm your daughter! It was Janice who killed Grandma! Why aren't you dealing with her? Instead, you came after Mom and me! D…don't tell me that she had seduced you just because she's worried that she would be kicked out!" Jill's sobs attracted pity from the public. Soon, many believed her explosive news. "This family is a mess! The father didn't even check in on his daughter and wife when he arrived, yet he tried to strangle them."

If trading my life meant she could live, I would jump out of the window without a second thought. From the twenty-seventh floor, there would be no chance of survival. I sank my teeth into the back of my hand to stop myself from screaming. However, the killer on the other end of the line had noticed me. “This stupid witch has been on the phone the whole time!” It was a voice I had never heard before. It was the voice of a woman! The realization hit me like ice water and made it hard to breathe. My heart was racing. Two people had killed my daughter!

I cried even more. "Please don't hurt my daughter" "Mommy please don't cry" Serafina said trying to clean her tears and get on her feet from the fall she had. "Kill the woman and I will kill the daughter", the calm man said impatiently And before I could say anything, I heard a loud sound and when I looked down I could see blood flowing from my stomach down the floor. "Pl..ease do... don't kill m...my daugh...ter", I said before looking at my little princess one last time.

The author's tone was completely nonchalant as they continued, "That's right. The daughter's dead. To be honest with you, my father treats me really well. He was willing to sell off his daughter with his legally wedded wife for my sake. "I also suffered from a kidney condition when I was a child. Fortunately, my father exchanged my faulty kidney with his dead daughter's. I mean, I might as well take advantage of her functioning organs since she was destined for death, no? "Oh, that's right. If you want to accuse me of being immoral, isn't my fake mother even more of a sinner? She usurped my mother's rightful place for so many years just because she looks a little similar to her. Her daughter

Even the blood still running down my forehead seemed to turn cold. So in her eyes, her eldest daughter was just an unsightly embarrassment, something that couldn’t compare to Suri in the slightest. I struggled to my feet and started toward the door. I didn’t want to stay here for even one more second. I didn’t want to watch Mom and her precious Suri clinging to each other while I stood there like a stranger. However, before I could reach the door, Mom blocked my path. Frowning, she rummaged through a box, pulled out gauze and antiseptic, and shoved them into my hands.

I turned to him. “Is that why you insisted on coming here to come play with girls and run oil on their infected skin? Do you want me to get infected?! Do you know who I am?” I yelled and strutted off without hearing him say another word. “I know who you are, Jasmine. Stop yelling.” Carlos stood up and came after me. I didn’t let him say whatever was on his mind as I slammed the door close and walked back to the room. I took my laptop and concentrated on my work. A message came from my father that he would be meeting the Queen of England to decide somethings that needed to be changed.