The Society's Pet Daughter Novels & Stories

“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.

I'm pretty sure she wanted to plead with me to let her go play in the playground since I have given strict orders to Vivian not to let her step out of the suite. Diane stopped walking, and quickly swallowed her words when she saw someone else in the living area with me. Tia Patricia smile when her eyes connected with Diane. I could see she wanted to ask who the child was, but refrained herself. “Hello, sweetheart! Has anyone told you you look really beautiful?” Tia Patricia asked, smiling warmly at my daughter, who returned the smile with a blush. “Thank you ma'am. My Mom tells me all the time. You look very pretty too, doesn't she Mom? Diane asked, looking up at me.

She was the one who wanted me to be the thief more than anyone. "Lock her up!" my father commanded. Two bodyguards grabbed my arms. I struggled against them. "Let me go! I am a daughter of this family! You have no right!" "A daughter?" Marco laughed mockingly. "A daughter who steals a sacred family heirloom? Do you even deserve that title?" Vincent added with a sneer, "Should have locked you up a long time ago. Would have saved the family a lot of embarrassment." As they dragged me toward the cell at the back of the estate, I saw the undisguised triumph in Carina's eyes.

Hence, I sent him my contact information directly. [Is this cat like a human?] [When she tried to nurse your daughter, she was actually trying to use another method to invade your daughter's body. Your daughter is the host body, and you're the main body. Essentially, you two are symbiotic. So, killing your daughter is the first step for her to complete the possession.] Marcus revealed so much information to me in just one minute. I knew I was in the right hands, so I quickly told him everything I knew.

She knelt in front of the lady and started telling her story. "My lady, I'm the eldest daughter of my family. My father is a farmer. He took a loan once because our crops were destroyed due to drought. But he couldn't pay off the debt on time because our crops were unsuccessful again and again. Therefore according to the law, our debtor came to take our family members as slaves." Zhu Li continued. The lady was listening attentively.

"Katiana, personally meet Peterson Moretti, the owner of L&S cargo company. Peterson, this is my daughter, Katiana Walker." I just stared at Peterson, based on his looks, his genes were really good. Mom slightly bumped her elbow on my waist. I looked at her, she was pointing out something with her eyes. Dad then squeezed my arms. "Oh hi, Mister Peterson. It's nice to finally meet you." I shook his hand. "Just call me Peterson and it's also nice to finally meet my son's fiancé." The old man smiled. "Wait, he's just here." He looked around until his gaze stopped somewhere, he lifted his hand. "Pierre, come over here!"

I squeezed her back, perhaps a little too hard, a little too long. "Thank you," I whispered against her hair as she finally broke the hug. She stepped back, patting my head with a look of genuine concern. "I’m not going to ask or force you to tell me, but if anything is bothering you, I’m here to listen." I nodded, watching her walk away. She looked at me pitifully, as if I were a wounded animal. She had no idea she was the one in danger. The resolve in me was cold, hard, and absolute. My father thought he was the only player on the board. He thought he could have the daughter in the dark and the mother in the light. He thought he could keep us all in our little boxes.

“You helped him. You lied to me. Again.” Elena nodded, tears streaming down her face. “I had no choice. The Society has something I want. Something I’ve been trying to get back for decades.” Cedric’s voice was cold, edged with pain. “What?” Elena pulled out a photograph from her pocket with shaking hands, a young girl, maybe eight, with dark hair and Cedric’s eyes. “Your real sister. My daughter. The one Enzo Senior took from me when you were born. She’s been in the Society’s custody her whole life. They’ve been raising her as a weapon. I’ve been trying to get her back.”

“She has claws in every social circle in this city.” “How?” “Her father, Adrian Whitlock. He’s got alliances woven through every major pack feud. People stay on his good side, which means they stay on his daughter’s.” I couldn't help but snort. “Sounds like a bad rogue-mafia movie. I thought the Persian-Wolf syndicate was just a bedtime story to scare pups.”

"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."