Novel & Cerita The Society's Pet Daughter

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?”

The implications were too enormous, too dangerous to capture carelessly. Elizabeth Jordan opened her mouth, trying to speak, but no sound emerged from her lips. Her mind refused to accept what she had just heard. The pieces didn't fit together. They couldn't fit. Petra. Petra Chapman. The girl they had dismissed. The woman they had trampled. The ex-wife they had discarded like trash. The daughter of Henry Chapman. The heiress to one of the most powerful corporations in the entire country. Petra smiled. "Hey, Dad," she said softly, her voice carrying affection that contrasted sharply with the cold fury she'd directed at the Jordans only moments before.

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau

Petri. “We are looking for her in Telores, even moving. We almost gave up because no one thought we'd ever seen her." Mr. Petri added. Mrs. Petri nodded in agreement. “But then we found her at the orphanage where we first adopted her. We are very happy especially when we see that she is okay. She might have lost her memory, but that didn't matter. Because she is our daughter. Thank you, sir!" “Do you want something? I do not have a garden where I can grow vegetables and fruits. I do not have gold or precious stones. But if you want something, then I will work it out for you.” Mr. Petri looks very sure.

My hands shake so hard I almost drop the phone again. I switch to T*****r. The trending hashtag #ValeScandal is everywhere. Clips of Mom’s press statement are looping—her tear-streaked face, voice cracking as she says, “I never thought my own daughter would do this to me.” The replies underneath are savage. “Girl code doesn’t exist for gold-diggers.” “Roman deserves better than both of them.” “Bet she learned it from Mommy dearest.” I slam the phone face-down on the mattress and press my forehead to my knees. The room feels too small, too loud, even though it’s silent except for my ragged breathing.

Namely, my so-called wife? I'm not sure why. I'm pretty sure her daughter isn't the only one in this town who gets a little too close to her pets. But then again, if the world knew that the daughter of one of the so-called 'it' families, a family the whole world looks to for inspiration, was into bestiality, it might not go over so well. Yeah, I can see her trying to keep that under wraps, it's not a good look, after all, and she's big on making the world see her and her talentless brood as the next best thing since sliced bread.

I laughed on his last sentence. "You sound funny when you call yourself my father, Seth. You lost the right when you decided to trade my daughter for your so called image and for a mere inheritance. So, Mr. Seth Blackwood, I am here to tell you very proudly that I named my daughter as my next legal heir. She'll inherit the title of being the next owner of Blackwood Corp. The very first female owner of your legacy." I declared and all the colors evaporated from his face.

“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.”

"We're sorry your daughter has been expelled, but you need to reflect on yourself for faking injuries and threatening the school. Now you've even lost your job… People like you who break the rules will be outcasts everywhere." Ms. Watson snorted, stepped forward, and leaned down, towering over my daughter. My daughter flinched, burying herself in my arms. "Bad upbringing leads to bad kids!" Ms. Watson whispered into my daughter's ear, her voice soft yet filled with malice. "Of course a morally corrupt mother wouldn't raise a good kid. You little liar." "Shut your mouth!" My face went red, and my fingers gripped the doorframe so tightly they hurt.