Novel & Cerita The Society's Pet Daughter

“At least I could point at him with pride and call him my son. But you, can you point at this bitch laying on the bed as your daughter? Tell me, can you? Have you no shame Benny Shawn? Your daughter is out there, trying to fend for herself and you carried someone else's daughter as your handbag and are still looking for someone to respect you? If you don't want that girl, why did you keep taking in your husband's dick and getting pregnant? Why didn't you seal your vagina and simply go to the orphanage home to get an adopted daughter? Isn't that more honourable than this thing who turned her back on her own parents and cleave to you because of wealth and riches? Because of what she'll get fro

The hospital director, who stood next to Sophia, suddenly leaned closer to the phone and asserted in a fawning tone, "Don't worry, Mr. Clark. All the medical experts and medications will be reserved for Mr. Ethan's beloved dog. We won't let just anyone use it." "Good," William hummed, his voice as cold as ice as he added, "I… don't have a daughter, so just take good care of my son's dog." The phone call abruptly ended. I collapsed to the ground, feeling as though my soul had been removed from my body. The ward door slammed shut, cutting off everything outside. I staggered back to Emmy's ward. I picked her up, my tears kept falling as I held her in my arms. Once again, the phone screen lit up

They always got big heads and ewuallty big mouths. Behind him was his daughter whom he liked to push me towards. The girl wasn’t my type. Contrary to the women who held my heart in my hands, I hated trust find babies. Hazel was the only exception. Trust fund babies were very demanding, annoying, nagging, and most of all, they were messy. One fight and they were getting on I*******m live to ask for advice from people they didn’t know. “You know my daughter Casey. This is not her scene and I would like for you to keep her company. I don’t want her to get bored.”

“What I want is for you to leave my husband alone. Do you think that I don’t know that you slept with him yesterday night? Susan you are shameless. You sleep with your husband’s enemy and then you give birth to a bastard Son whom you want to pin on him. Why can’t you leave him alone? Do you want my daughter to grow up without a father?” “Alright …...I get it. You want to revenge on my poor daughter because you grew up without a father.” All the people who were eating in the restaurant turned to look at Susan with accusing eyes. They had already condemned her to be the homewrecker that Vivian has described. Her intention was paying fruits and as much as she would like to defend herself. How c

"My name is Yoder, and this is my wife, Zoe. We have no sons, only a daughter named Jenny, whom we’ve cherished dearly. A few months ago, a group of well-dressed people passed by our home. A noblewoman in the group saw our daughter and was struck by her resemblance to someone. I didn’t know what was going on, but then the woman approached us and asked if we were willing to send our daughter to live with a wealthy family. She even gave us a lot of gold coins, saying our daughter looked very much like the daughter of a noble family and that she could help our daughter take that place, allowing her to bring wealth and honor to our family."

He had talked to his man and the daughter and they both had agreed to a marriage between the daughter and Carl’s son. “Dad, can I borrow her?” his son asked, looking at the pet that was sitting at his feet. Carl sighed again. “Fine,” he said, kicking the pet so she would go to his son. Jacob took the woman and placed her in his lap. “What is your name?” Carl heard his son ask. He rolled his eyes. For the love of all that was holy, how did he get such a weak son? After more of the awkward small talk, his son finally got down to business, having the pet ride him while he grunted and asked her if she liked it. Carl decided to ignore the embarrassment that was his son and instead focus on the me

Inside it was cozy—round tables with candles, a small dance floor, a buffet of finger foods, a live guitarist strumming soft acoustic covers. Mom immediately started introducing me to people—hospital colleagues, old friends, their kids my age. “This is my daughter, Rae,” she said proudly, over and over. “She’s home from school.” Everyone smiled, said nice things—“You’re gorgeous,” “Your mom talks about you all the time,” “So nice to meet you.” Then Mom steered me toward a table near the dance floor. “Rae, this is Dr. Ellis’s son, Ethan. Ethan, my daughter Rae.”

“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.” I didn’t even glance in Katerina’s direction. Instead, I pulled my phone from my pocket and made a call. Two rings. “Remove someone from the property,” I said calmly. “Dining hall. Now.” Lisa stared at me like she didn’t recognize her own son. “You can’t be serious,” she whispered. “You loved her once.” I ended the call and finally turned my head, eyes landing on Katerina. She was a mess. Crying. Broken. Bleeding.

He smiled, holding my gaze. “Thank you,” he said. “I am happy to meet the mysterious youngest daughter of our esteemed Beta Verity. We’ve been waiting for you to step into the sociopolitical sphere of the Northwestern Territories.” Dad’s glare was intense. Anxiety made me trip over my words. “Oh, no, I’m not. I mean, I never had much interest in this sort of thing,” I stammered. I wanted to kick myself for sounding so clumsy. What else could they expect? My parents never let me have exposure outside our pack.

Clarisse lifted her chin, stuck out her dirty shoe, and planted her hands on her hips as she glared at Maeve. "Not only do you have to kneel and apologize—you have to kneel down and lick my shoes clean! My mom said raising you is like raising a puppy. Puppies lick their owner's shoes. That's only natural!" Before my eyes, my daughter—who had always been proud and obsessed with cleanliness—actually bent her knees and assumed the posture of kneeling down to lick the shoe. "Maeve, don't!" I grabbed her at once and pressed my hands firmly on her shoulders. "Don't be afraid. Mommy is here. You're Mommy's precious girl. Don't believe them. You're not a bastard."