The Unintentionally Ideal Adopted Daughter Novels & Stories

Then, my brows furrowed. His back was smooth,too smooth. It was spotless Where was it? The mole…. There ought to be a mole on his upper back, right below his shoulder blade. I'd carved the image of it into my soul, there was no way I'd mistake it. Even though it was five years ago, I could still remember as though it happened few minutes ago Five years ago I lived a life I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. I am the adopted daughter of Mr and Mrs Sinclair, taken in when I was six. Their biological daughter, Isla, was the epitome of perfection, beauty and brains

“You greedy idiot! This is an unlimited black card that can be used all around the world. Only four cards have been issued so far. What makes you think a small family like the Ferrero family can own one?” “Are you still pretending you’re rich? It’s my parents’ money! It won’t go into the pockets of the beggars who adopted you. Give it back, or you won’t be leaving this store!” ‘Beggars who adopted me?’ I thought. Out of respect for my biological parents, I had put up with her insults twice. But my adoptive family was my bottom line. I would never let anyone insult them. I smiled icily. “Oh? How’re you going to stop me from leaving?”

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!"

The resolve in my eyes made panic flicker across Mom’s face, but for the sake of pride, she didn’t try to stop me. I walked out, face streaked with blood, and slammed the door behind me. As I went down the stairs, I canceled the automatic transfer from my salary account. Since she no longer had a daughter like me, my money shouldn’t go to strangers. At the bottom of the building, I pulled out my phone and called my best friend at the Department of Education, Mira Solis. "Bestie, don’t worry about Suri’s school anymore. From now on, anything related to the Voss family or Suri has nothing to do with me. I’m not getting involved."

Not a fucking chance. “Yeah,” I force myself to say. “She sure is. What do you know about her?” “Only what Sasha told me, though I suspect there’s a lot more to the story.” He lowers his voice. “Her parents put her up for adoption at five. Too many mouths to feed and she was the youngest. She was in foster care until she turned eighteen. Studied really hard, graduated as valedictorian of her high school class. Not sure how she ended up as my daughter’s best friend—they couldn’t be less alike—but I’m grateful for it. She pushes Sasha to try harder. I’m almost certain Terrence is the reason she’s passing all of her classes. I owe her one.” He rakes a hand through his hair, laughing uncomfortab

That's one of the reasons why they were so hard to track down and kill. “She has grown to be a fine young lady, but she seemed uninterested with guys.” one companion exclaimed. Tss. This guy wants my kid attention. No. “No one will attempt to take their chances with your adopted daughter because you're too tough.” They laugh about that. Of course! But I paused momentarily. My daughter would have given me a grandchild by now if she was still alive, I assumed.

The daughter he favored for 23 years had been plotting against the entire family all the while… The news felt like it was earth-shattering. After Joey had fainted, she had been uneasy and had a very long dream. She dreamt that she picked Charmine up from the bin and nurtured her with love until she turned eight, becoming rebellious and unreasonable. Charmine even embarrassed the Jordan family many times. Joey scolded her many times: “Get out of the Jordan family! I wish I didn’t pick up an adopted daughter like you!” “How are you so ungrateful? You’re only an adopted daughter. An adopted daughter!”

"How would your parents be disappointed? You're not even their biological daughter…" The moment the words left his mouth, Aaron quickly corrected himself. "Besides, don't they already have another daughter now? And college entrance exam scores don't define a person anyway. You're talented no matter where you go. You'll shine anywhere." Remembering what the floating comments had said, I stared directly into his eyes. "What about Yvonne Brooks?" "Her?" Aaron sneered with obvious disdain. "That real daughter they just brought back? She has no manners and no class. Even if she gets into university, she won't amount to much."

“We truly, sincerely wanted to take you back. After all, you’re our biological daughter, not like Ruby. “That wretched girl… ever since she got with Shane Sung, she cut ties with us completely. “She doesn’t even take our calls. If we had known she’d turn out so vicious, we never would’ve adopted her... But even taking a step back, we only adopted her because of you. “You were frail and sickly as a child, and a fortune teller said you had a cursed fate, that you wouldn’t survive past childhood. “But you were so beautiful, so smart, and so lovable. We couldn’t bear to lose you. That’s why we found a way… we adopted a girl your age, someone whose birth chart matched yours. “The fortune teller s

"Do you still hold people accountable?" "Yes." "Isn't that exhausting?" I looked at the name on my door. Sylvia Hart. "It used to be. Not anymore." "Why?" Diana asked. I put my hand on the door handle. "Because before, I had to keep asking questions to prove I'd been wronged. I don't have to anymore. "I choose my own place."