Novel & Cerita The Society's Pet Daughter

Emilia Burke frowned: "Then am I going to wait here now?" Peterson Burke moved closer to her ear and said: "You should have found a chance to meet MissEnderson . I heard that woman doesn't have any brains, and could easily be controlled. There are some things you can't do with your own hands alone. You have to know how to use everything you can, understand? My daughter? " Emilia Burke looked at Peterson Burke in realization: "Dad, as expected, the older the better." The father and daughter pair looked at each other and smiled, their eyes clearly showing that they were evil.

"Barney! What’s wrong with you today? Why are you picking a fight with us?" Barney lazily replied, "I just suddenly find your petty exclusion tactics annoying. Remember this—she’s the real daughter of the Cromwell family. Have any of Cromwell’s six sons ever kicked her out of the group? No? Then why are you meddling? If you want to be brainless, leave me out of it."

Amber couldn’t get herself to say she didn’t have any thoughts… she just shook her head in denial pretending to be pitiful. “You, father and son, stop slandering my daughter. She is the most sought-after bachelorette in this country. Why would she do something like that?” Mrs Witherby jumped in, she couldn’t bear to see the tears streaming down her innocent daughter’s cheeks. Mrs Witherby was a simpleton unlike other ladies in wealthy families. She came from a wealthy family herself, well protected and pampered by the parents and brothers; after marriage her life was no different, she was well protected by Mr Witherby.

She's spending enough on her dog's treatments to keep her daughter afloat for a whole year! [I used to think Evelyn was just scrimping by, sipping water to stave off hunger, like her family was broke. Turns out, she's the only one in her family living like she's penniless.] [Anyone who brings a child into this world and doesn't care for them is lower than an animal. People like that shouldn't even be parents. They're just wasting air alive, and taking up space dead.] [How can a mom refuse to feed her own kid, but spoil a pet dog with fancy imported treats? She deserves to be struck down for that!]

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"

“I see the way you look at that evil, dark piece of shit. Alpha Zane.” “Dad,” I mumble, feeling the tension rise between us. “You’ve forgotten who you are. You’re the daughter of Augustine Penn. You have an entire life outside of this place. You have a fiancé. And yet here you are, fucking that beast every night,” he growls with disgust. “And you want me to trust you?”

I grinned like an idiot and took the stuffed flower bouquet from Elayne. "Thanks." Then I went quiet, eyes glued to my phone. Elayne slid her hand over the screen. "Don't look at that." I shook my head. "It's fine. I'm not mad." The camera zoomed in—Mom and some girl in the pic. Caption: [Valentine's Day with my daughter, Tia.] Elayne gave me that look—like she was trying to read my mind. I forced a smile. "I know her. Tia was in the bed next to Dad. She's an orphan. Got better thanks to donations.

He stood behind Heloise and whispered, "Sister Heloise, don't provoke her. She's the daughter of Wordsworth’s Consortium, Reginald's sister, and manages the Talent Society. If you provoke her, you might not be able to continue your university studies." This one was much more capable than Coral. "Oh." Heloise responded lazily, without any flattery. She turned around to leave. "Spicy ThankGod." Tricia called out to her, "Good luck. I hope to see you in the Talent Society." Tricia smiled slightly, giving off a feeling of a warm breeze. As soon as this was said, Heloise hadn't reacted much, but there was a collective gasp from the people around her. It seemed like the Talent Society was a remark

Nat called out nervously. Ignoring both their glares, I continued, "But seeing and hearing the way you talk, my mother was right... The most handsome people are the ones with the blackest hearts," I added. "My name is Sophie, and I'm a friend of your daughter." I turned and smiled at Nat, who returned the smile, faintly. "So, since she is not allowed to leave the house or have fun outside, how about I come to visit, hmm?" I asked innocently.

“Now, now, now. There’s no need to get upset.” “I do not like your manner of addressing the situation, Alpha Elijah. And might I be the one to remind you that it was not my choice to have my daughter removed from my custody - it was yours. And I still find myself questioning what your true intentions are, because I know that it is not customary for children to be removed from their parents - or to be moved to the pack house - after their eighteenth birthday. It is a choice that can be made.”