The Unintentionally Ideal Adopted Daughter Novels & Stories

I told them I'd found my birth parents and wanted to go stay with them for a while. Not long after, my father sent me everything he could dig up about them. They were the Alpha and Luna of the Tervo pack and they already had?a daughter named?Melissa. She got everything she asked for and was famously spoiled. Their sudden appearance didn't bode well. Even if they genuinely couldn't bear to leave me out there, the moment Melissa and I clashed, they'd side with the daughter they'd raised for seventeen years—blood or not. My adoptive parents laid all of it out for me, but I still thought they were good to Melissa because they believed she was me.

When the wildfire reached our family’s vacation home, I dragged my younger sister, Chloe, out through the back door. By the time we circled around to the front, our parents were begging the firefighters to go inside. “We only have time to search one bedroom before the wind shifts,” a firefighter warned. “Which one?” “The upstairs bedroom!” Mom cried without hesitation. “Please save our younger daughter!” Dad gripped her shoulders. “She has asthma. She won’t survive the smoke.” Neither of them mentioned which room I had been sleeping in. My sister rushed past me. “Mom! Dad! I’m here!” Mom pulled her into her arms, sobbing, while Dad checked her for injuries and called for a paramedic. I stood

“I just want a peaceful life with him again. A simple one… like before, when my mom was still alive. I want my dad back.” She finally broke down, crying openly in front of me. “I’ve done everything so he wouldn’t abandon me,” she sobbed. “Everything. I lived my life trying not to disappoint him.” I reached for her hand and held it. “I’m not his real daughter either,” she confessed. “My mom adopted me when I was ten because they couldn’t have children. They gave me the life I always wanted. But when Mommy died… Daddy changed. I don’t recognize him anymore.”

And I also remember how it all changed in the blink of an eye when they conceived their own daughter. Who would love an adopted daughter when they had their own biological daughter? And just like that, all of a sudden, once cherished, I became a burden for them. Memories were still engraved in my mind of how they turned my room into a nursery of pastel theme, how most of my toys were donated because we didn't have much space for them, and how the store in an attic was given to me to clean and live my days off.

I wasn't ready to give up. "Christen Bliss and Dolan Bliss adopted me," she said. She continued speaking and ended by saying, "We are actually not related." "You were adopted by my aunt and that makes you my relative," I said. "That is false," she said. "I have been rejected." "Rejected adopted daughter!" I exclaimed. Why did they need to adopt when they planned on rejecting her? The image on my mind became clearer. "My best friend," I said and she smiled. "That was when I was young."

“You’re the one who gave her the idea that she’s untouchable. You let her do whatever she wants, treating her like some goddamn princess. And don’t get me wrong, she’s your daughter, you should treat her well. But couldn’t you at least give her some basic home training? Teach her boundaries? Remind her of her place? She’s the adopted daughter, not the real one so why does she think she can treat Isla like trash?” She gestured toward Isolde. “Now look at what she’s become— an airhead. There’s nothing in that brain of hers. My girl didn’t even graduate from university. With all the connections you people have, she didn’t even need to study to pass, just to stay and finish college, but she coul

I scoffed, folding my hands across my chest as I continued to stare daggers at her, “that is rich coming from you, mum” “What?” “Yes” I snapped, I was already frustrated, “until when will I be invisible to you? Until when will you treat me like I mean nothing to you? I am also your daughter… “Adopted!” She immediately corrected me, anger brimming in her eyes. Hand this woman a gun and she might actually kill me, “You are my adopted daughter and somehow I regret bringing you into the picture seeing how ungrateful you have become”

“I’m not your daughter.” “Oh, but you are. I have formally adopted you. Even if you went back to those dreadful parents of yours, I still knew where you were. I was the one that helped when they had you placed in the sanitarium. Did you think that I would ever let you go?”

Adam’s heart fell when he saw his daughter seated on the bare floor, with her backpack close to her chest. “It was you! You sent them after me because of the money you gave me? I thought you were a good man. I didn’t want to collect the money, remember?!” She said, rising to her feet when she saw Adam coming closer to her. “Sweetheart, it’s not what you think. I’m not here because of the money.” “Garett and Andy sent you?” Adam’s heart fell when he saw his teenage daughter tremble the moment She mentioned those names. From the documents Hugh provided earlier, he knew Garett and Andy were her adopted parents.

In the past, she used to think that Sherry was the problem and the reason why her parents refused to be associated with her. After all that happened, she realized that Sherry did not have it easy growing up. She was prejudiced against from the moment she was born. She was supposed to be the crowned jewel of the family but ended up being discarded far away to a remote village. It was only after she grew up that her parents reluctantly took her in again, but not without lingering resentment that was wholly unjustified. They treated their adopted daughter far better than they did their biological daughter.