The Unintentionally Ideal Adopted Daughter Novels & Stories

He does not want his daughter to grow up thinking she needs to depend on people to live a happy and normal life. His perfect daughter was born in complete darkness. The tragic miss hap made his daughter want to be like other children not realizing that she's far more special. She's the future ruler of the Sanctuary clan, the only daughter of a the avatar blood line. He sighed, not disappointed but sad that he believes more in his daughter than she believes in herself.

I slowly pulled my hands away and brought out the necklace and the small piece of paper with the address my adopted mom had given me. “I’m adopted,” I began. “I’m not the real daughter of the Larsons. Their biological daughter got lost when she was a baby, so they decided to adopt me to fill the void. But after my adopted dad died five years ago, my adopted mom and her son turned my life into a living hell. “I had to work to pay my own bills and even help her son start his business. I paid for my tuition myself. Three months ago, I took a part-time job at the club where we met.”

My adoptive parents and Carmen uploaded a video online. It was meticulously edited to paint me as a cruel, malicious adopted daughter. The title read: "Raised Through Hardship for Twenty Years, Adopted Daughter Jealous of Biological Daughter, Sends Adoptive Brother to Prison." The video lingered on a close-up of my adoptive mother kneeling on the ground, paired with mournful music. Carmen cried on camera, her face streaked with tears, claiming her illness and implying that I had provoked her brother.

She had a new daughter now? Good. At least someone would be there to keep her company in the future. Then why did my heart hurt so much? Just as my eyes began to sting, the little girl added, “But I’m adopted. “Mom said she used to have a daughter too, but that daughter didn’t want her anymore.” I froze for a moment. Maybe that was for the best. In our previous life, she spent half her life suffering because of me and never truly gained acceptance from the family.

She was ever clueless. " Nothing serious, just that I came to know that I am not the real daughter of the Lambert family." she said casually like she was reporting the number of absentees in a meeting. " what? you are not from the lambert family?'' Justin asked with disbelief laced in his voice. What was this? a soap opera or what. Was it the scene where the female lead discovers that she was adopted and angrily leaves the house feeling cheated? Maybe it was. He did not ever imagine such a drama happening in his life.But who would have thought the same absurd plot would unravel in his life within twenty four hours.

“Men can carry on ruling; men can bring down other men. Women are seen as weak, a target. No one really wants a daughter when they run a city. She’s a liability and a weakness. My parents didn’t want a girl, and neither did yours.” He looks at me, annoyed. Shit. I didn’t mean that, but that is how it feels. His hand grasps my chin to make me look at him. “You’re wrong. Maybe that was your parents’ view, but it wasn’t my parents’. They had a plan. Adopt boys, then a few years later adopt a girl so she would have bigger brothers to look after her. Of course, my mum fell pregnant with Adelia, and they decided not to adopt any more kids, then she saw me and did. Adelia wasn’t a burden or unwante

Instead, she got her brother's judging look, her dad's critical attitude, and her mom's fake affection. She was their real daughter, right? But she grew up in a red-light district, had a dark side, and never got a proper upbringing. She wasn't the kind of lady they wanted in their family. She was like a weird outsider who needed to be fixed. Because of her, her parents thought their adopted daughter, the one they raised, was even more worthy of their love and attention. They saw their daughter as a tool for arranged marriages, a way to keep the Meredith family rich and powerful for generations.

But I was afraid that he might fear me again like before, so I just let him go. "See? It's effective." He said and smiled. I just realized that I was smiling too. "I'm going to tell you a story. But don't tell anyone." He said. I was curious. I nodded and approached him. "I have a youngest daughter. Her name is Atacia. You know, she's adopted. But we treat her like she's our own. When she was just a baby, her parents left her in front of her grandmother's house. Because she's old her grandmother raised her with us. She grew up with us. She's so kind. I never saw her start a fight. She always defended us from her classmates back then. " Dad smiled as he tell me the story. My story to be exact

A portion of an ice cream cone in their hands, enjoying it while talking about the things they didn't have time to discuss because the condition separated them for so long. "My adoptive parents have passed away and left assets that I'm at a loss to manage. I'm their only heir." Alex explained without meaning to brag. However, Emily's nosy attitude made her want to make fun of Alex like she always did. "Hmm ... you sound very arrogant, Mr. Danison," she joked to laughter from both Alex and herself. "What about you?" the man asked later. Emily shrugged. "Still the same. I'm just the adopted daughter of my parent's best friend. They're nice, even very fond of me. It's just that ...."

Osara solemnly. “Oh, yeah! Well, I heard the people at the bottom saying that the eldest daughter of the Osara family is married.” The man in front of him, smiled sarcastically. “The eldest daughter of the Osara family? She is just no more than an adopted daughter, an adopted daughter!” “That’s not wrong! The adopted daughter could be even the best one. I also had an adopted daughter.” “Not for you. Your daughter is different. I can’t understand how her adoptive mother could love her as her own daughter.”