Novel & Cerita The Society's Pet Daughter

Her best friend. “Fine, I’ll figure something out, wait in the living room.” When my daughter was gone I shook the man in my bed awake. “Hey, I’m pretty sure we fucked last night,” I said when his eyes opened. “Are you sober enough to drive me to drop my daughter off at school??” He groaned as he sat up and looked around. “I don’t have my car,” he said. “I can call a rideshare app now, I’ll pay.” He yawned. “I’m Andrew by the way.”

I was thinking of what to say to rectify the situation when he asked, "So, you want to come with me and have a little adventure?" "Not really." I wrinkled my nose and pouted. "It's just that we've been apart for so long, and I miss you." "Are you that clingy?" Sean sighed. His expression seemed slightly troubled, but his demeanor was gentle, so my request didn't really upset him. "In that case, next time, I'll have my secretary notify you," he said, playfully scratching my chin as if teasing a pet. I didn’t think it was a bad idea to be his pet because pets belonging to wealthy individuals often enjoyed much better lives than people from less affluent backgrounds.

When my mom answered my call, her voice trembled with emotion. “Carol, you finally called me! It’s been so many years since you’ve come home. How have you been? I heard you started a company—is it tiring…” I cut her off. “You should come pick up your daughter. She’s at the Kentridge Police Station.” “What?” I briefly explained the situation and was about to hang up when my mom burst into sobs. “Carol, you’re my real daughter. We’ve already disowned Leila. I don’t want to bring her back—I want to bring you home. Please, would you come home?”

Her tears roll down her cheeks. Flashback Sapphire Sky runs around happily playing with her toys. Sapphire was the happiest kid on earth. She has everything she ever wanted in life. Maids, nannies, and guards worship her like some kind of God. She is the only daughter of the most respected billionaire in the whole of California, Mr sky. He is loved by all because he treated everyone equally even if he is extremely wealthy. Sapphire rushed to embrace her parents when she saw them walking into the mansion. "Mum! Dad!" She embraces them happily.

“Oh, my! Everyone's here.” Colson took Sienna with him as they went into the villa. He ignored Keegan’s gloomy expression. Colson just stared at that servant and corrected him, “What do you mean by the youngest daughter? My parents only have three sons and one daughter. The Langs’ fourth daughter is Sisi! “As for that outsider?” Colson smiled cynically. As he gazed at Clara, his tone suddenly turned chilly. He chided, “Isn't the turtledove supposed to leave when the phoenix has returned to her rightful place?”

“None of my children have ever cared for birds. My sons care more for horses, and my daughter keeps those tiny fluffy dogs for company.” “Tiny fluffy dogs?” I repeat. “What kind?” He snorts. “The ones with the high-pitched yapping. More fur than brains. Useless little things, not even good enough to feed on.” “I’m sure your daughter is relieved you don’t want to eat her pets.” “We all have our preferred pets,” he says. “And yours seems to be a peculiar choice in lovers. I never thought Michael’s son would be so enamored with wolf women. What do you think your father would say about this fetish of yours?”

Benji tried. But Principal Ferguson was having none of it. She simply looked over her glasses at the boy and waited. Benji sighed, sitting up a little straighter. “Fine. I called that one pathetic,” he admitted, pointing to Aria. I could feel Dominic restraining himself. Benji quickly looked up to his dad. “Which she is! She’s a werewolf without a wolf, and you said that’s pathetic!” Benji’s dad’s eyes widened in horror as he admonished his son. “That is the Alpha’s daughter, and you will show her respect,” he hissed as he actively avoided eye contact with Dominic.

Dad just stared at her silently. Later, the paramedics and nurses came in. They examined me and shook their heads, saying, "I'm sorry for your loss. Your daughter has been deceased for several days, and it looks like a case of poisoning." Mom shrieked, "Poisoning? That's impossible! Where would she get poison?" Her eyes swept across the nightstand and landed on the empty bottle of 'candies', and she froze. It was the rat poison she had hidden three years ago and forgotten to throw away–the one I had found.

My father clamped his hand around my arm as he dragged me from one shareholder to the next, showing me off like I was another glittering asset in his collection. And then, in the corner of the ballroom, I saw him. Damon Cross. He didn’t mingle. He didn’t smile. He didn’t sip champagne. He stood at the edge of the light, tall and broad, his black suit stretched across a body built for war, not waltzes. His eyes swept the room with sharp calculation—until they landed on me. And stayed. Everyone else saw “Aria Kingsley, the billionaire’s daughter.” Damon looked at me like he saw the girl beneath the diamonds.

"I know who you are. Just because you're richer than most of us, don't think for a second that you can buy your way into Society through my daughter. You may have all the money in the world, but you shall never be one of us!" The words struck him like a physical blow, and the man's contemptuous stare had him frozen to the spot, along with the finality of his last sentence. "Don't ever come near my daughter again, because I'll kill her myself before I let you have her." To be continued