The Unintentionally Ideal Adopted Daughter Novels & Stories

"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."

A blood bank with a heartbeat. I grew up in a house where all I ever received was coldness, while all the warmth and happiness were reserved for Vivian. As a child, I never understood why they treated us so differently. No matter what I did, I was never enough. It wasn't until one day, when I accidentally overheard my father talking on the phone, that I learned the truth. I wasn't their daughter. I had been adopted for one reason only. To be Vivian's blood donor.

“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

She said quietly, "Sylvia first. It's her birthday." My mother looked at me and held out the plate. "The first slice is yours." I took it, and the three birthdays before this one came back to me. The concert tickets. The empty chairs. The dinner gone cold. The frosting that had melted by one in the morning. I used to think the next birthday would be better. The next one had finally arrived. They were all sitting here. No one told me to wait. No one pushed what mattered to me to the back of the line. They had finally remembered to ask where I wanted to sit. And yet I wasn't as happy as I'd imagined I would be.

She replied, “What are you still coming for, then? You’ll regret it if you do get dragged over.” She’d heard of Penny’s situation in her family. Although she was their daughter, she did not have a close relationship with her mother. Even her adoptive siblings had better lives than she did. She was in a different situation than that of Jessica’s. Instead of being switched at birth, Penny grew up with her family. However, people said that she had a bad temper. It felt like the Lowes had begun adopting because their biological child was a disappointment. Both their sons had passed, and they were no longer able to reproduce. If they couldn’t depend on Penny, they chose to depend on their adopted

It was my parents' twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. The whole family kept it from me and took my adopted sister Evelyn to the most expensive Italian restaurant in New York. My older brother Luca raised his glass. "Evelyn wants to study business management. I'll introduce her to the right people." My younger brother Noah handed her a gift. "This bracelet suits you, sis." My mother put the sapphire earrings my grandmother had left me in her ears, smiling. "Evelyn, with us here, you'll never have to be afraid of anything again." My father nodded. "You need these more than Leah does. She's had it good her whole life. It's only right that she gives way to you." I stood in the cold wind out

Even grown-ups probably wouldn't have made it through a camp like that, let alone a ten-year-old child. The onlookers began to shift their stance, some now turning against Alana and her daughter. “They were truly awful for sending a child to such a harsh camp!" “I've been so foolish, so blind! The one who truly suffered was their adopted daughter!" “I remember now! They were the Brown family! The news said they'd sent their adopted daughter overseas for more schooling. But it turned out they'd thrown her into a survival camp to make her disappear quietly. How incredibly cruel!" “The Brown family now wants their adopted daughter back to take over the family business? Maybe the Brown Group is

Because I am everything their daughters are not," she revealed the secret. " 'Scuse me, what now? I'm confused." Mila put. " I am not their biological child, I was adopted. They tried having another child after their daughters but to no avail, then they adopted me. Everything was rosy and nice until they noticed I was more smart and intelligent than their daughters and more people preferred me over their daughters. They pretend to care for me but behind closed doors, they are monsters in disguise, that's why I hate it when they're home." she explained.

The guard shifted, hand moving to his belt. "Good?" David leaned forward, eyes bright with a feverish light I'd never seen before. "You think that old man was good? You think he gave me anything?" "He gave you—" "He gave me his pregnant daughter!" The words cracked like a whip. Other visitors turned to look. David didn't care. He usually cared too much about what other thought. "His precious daughter, knocked up by her own adopted brother, and I was the cleanup crew. The nobody from nowhere with ambition and no connections. Perfect for the job."

“I’m already going nuts trying to find a way to bring your father back home… to bring him back… and then you go and destroy all my hard work.... just finish it off! And now this drama, having to be brought home by the police!” Her voice broke, then surged again. “What have I done to deserve such an ugly idiot for a daughter? I wish I could go back to all those years ago… when I decided to adopt you… and I would have told myself that you are not only ugly on the outside, you’re ugly both inside and out, and that nothing would ever come from you!” She stopped for a moment, catching her breath, and then, slowly, her gaze traveled over me, head to toe, as if measuring every imperfection. And fin