Novel & Cerita The Society's Pet Daughter

he asked, impressed. "Maybe," I replied bluntly. I knew that people who recognized me as my father's daughter were often more interested in my social status than me as a person. "My father is George Samuels, the owner of MAXCO." I felt a shiver run down my spine at the mention of that wretched company. Who would have thought that the son of the man trying to defraud my father was standing right in front of me? I smiled politely at Christopher, and he returned it with more enthusiasm. Why did hearing his father's name make me nauseous while he made me feel nervous with just a look from his blue eyes?

She personally cooked an entire table full of food and bought a large cake. Then she took a photo of my results and posted it on social media. The caption only had one sentence: [My daughter is amazing.] Two years earlier, I had still been a pitiful girl locked in a cellar, with broken fingers and abandoned by the entire family. Back then, I didn’t even know whether I would wake up alive the next morning. I didn’t dare imagine any kind of future. Now, I was sitting in a bright apartment while Mamma cut the cake beside me.

“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.”

I cooed as she neighed and maintained her steady gallop. ~Nyx~ I sat in the dark cold room cuddled in the tattered blanket. I sighed at the immeasurable standing of my current situation. I never made my debut into society. To be honest neither of the Sparrow daughters have made a debut into society. The constant rumors of my sickly demeanor kept society from asking questions about me. But the same couldn’t be said for my sister. Rumors flew about her and the Marquess did nothing about them. It would be hard to claim myself as the daughter of the Marquess with the way I look. No one would believe me and it would be almost laughable.

“You know how it works. Once someone breaks the Society’s rules, they're supposed to be executed—swift and clean. The spouse isn’t told anything. Silence is part of the punishment. So when your father came back alive, I was stunned. Just a ban? That’s all? He said it was minor. But I never bought that. Julian King doesn’t forgive without taking something.” I looked her straight in the eye. “He did take something. Me.” Confusion flickered across her face. “He slept with Julian’s daughter. Got caught. And traded my life for his. That’s how I ended up in the Society.” She just stared at me, her lips parting like the words had sucker-punched her. “He told me you wanted in—that you volunteered.”

Eloise pursed her lips in utter grief. “My daughter was originally a young lady. She wouldn’t have needed to worry about food and clothes. She could have gone to the best school and get the best education. She would have been a socialite in the upper-class society! But because of your selfishness and greed, my daughter has never lived a good day!”

"You actually fought with wild dogs?" "So, Dad, you, who have been pampered all your life, would never be able to imagine who a person living at the bottom of the society pulls through in life. You and I are truly people from two different worlds. If there is any kind of deeply-rooted relationship that can't ever be broken between us, then that would be the unbreakable blood relations between you and me. From a biological perspective, we are a pair of father and daughter, so I call you dad. That is all. Dad, if you really love me, don't care about me anymore in the future. This is considered the best care you, being my father for once, is able to give me. As for your property, it's best for

Cassiphone says angrily. “Why would Hecate bless me? I am no daughter of hers.” I ask directly. Cassiphone moved like the wind and slapped my cheek. It burns viciously. “Shut your insolent mouth!” She roared. “You are the product of a great and powerful witch line and a dog!” She says dog like a curse. “Don’t you dare call my father a dog!” I boom angrily. I will not stand for disrespect on his name. “This is what happens when you raise a child away from her culture! She has no respect, Rhea!” Cassiphone shouts angrily. “She should have been sent here when you moved on to your next mutt to breed with!”

"And she's our daughter, Patricia! Have you forgotten that? You long ago crossed a line you shouldn't have and I can't tolerate your behavior anymore." "I was just thinking about her welfare. She's sick, Justin. We need to take her to the doctor." "Stop saying that. Her liking girls is a part of her. It's not a disease. We should accept her for what she is. I really didn't expect this from you. You really disappointed me. You were nothing like this when we were younger! How did you turn out to be such a money hungry selfish woman? I-I'm not sure if I love you anymore."

I'd give it to her really, I mean what other way could she have buried her shitty past if not rebranding her image into a benevolent high society mafia wife. I could bet she currently had a charity foundation in the works. We finally get to where Manuel and his other criminal friends were seated and my mother repeated the sickeningly sweet introduction she had been doing. “Manuel, Cellie is here.” She smiled at her husband then faced the others. “Gentlemen, this is my daughter Cellie.” I forced a meek smile on my face as the men appraised me. It made sick how their eyes roved up and down my body.