Novel & Cerita The Unseen Daughter

And if nobody cared about her, what was the point of keeping her? "So I helped you get rid of her. "Really, you should be thanking me." Vera's arrogant laughter echoed through the interrogation room. Dad clutched his chest and collapsed. *** My parents seemed to age overnight. Mom couldn't handle losing both daughters. Her mind broke, and she was eventually admitted to a psychiatric facility. As for the thirty million Vera paid the kidnapper, her own accounts didn't have enough. So she stole Dad's company credentials and sold confidential client files.

In my third year as a blind massage therapist, Henry Young took his employees on a company retreat. By sheer coincidence, he ended up booking me. When he saw me, he remained perfectly composed, so much so that even his breathing did not falter. I served him the same way I treated every other client. Then his phone rang. My hands paused for a moment as my own voice, young and girlish, came through his phone speaker. His employees immediately started teasing him. Henry simply explained in a gentle voice, “My wife recorded that when she was young and didn’t know any better.” Just as he was leaving, Henry suddenly turned around. “Anya Walt, I’ve never forgotten you. “Are you really goi

Before my mother died, she arranged a marriage for me. My bride-to-be was Rosalind Young, Kingsford's most formidable financial tycoon. Before I married her, I added three clauses to the prenuptial agreement. First, no feelings. Our marriage was purely business. Second, she could live her life however she pleased, while I'd live mine. Third, I would step aside immediately if her true love ever came along. Nevertheless, I would be getting double the alimony. Rosalind was quite pleased that I knew my place. Our marriage was a peaceful one until the day a teenage girl who bore a striking resemblance to her knocked on the door of our mansion and calmly said, "Sir, I'm Rosalind's daughter.

On the day of the college entrance exam, just as I was writing my name on the answer sheet, my progressive amnesia struck again. When the scores came out, my younger sister had earned 680 points. I had earned eight. Mom was so furious she slapped me hard across the face. "Even if you'd guessed with your eyes closed, you would've scored higher than eight! "I think you did this on purpose!" I covered my swollen cheek and hid in my room. The moment I shut the door, the eraser inside my head moved. A second later, I turned around and walked back out. Mom was sitting on the couch, trembling with anger. I asked softly, "Mom, why are you so upset? Did someone make you mad?" I reached out t

" Some neighbors, who didn't know the whole story, frowned at me, telling me to turn over a new leaf. I didn't know what Ruby had told everyone while I was in jail, but by their looks, I could tell they all thought that she was the victim. I didn't bother explaining. I just laughed, "You keep saying I'm your husband, but is that how you treat your husband? By bringing another guy home while he's locked up?" I pulled out my phone, opened the photo gallery, and was about to show the neighbors the pictures. Ruby had brought Wilson home the day after I was jailed, but she cleaned up so well, I would have never known if someone hadn't caught it on a drone by chance. Ruby went white as a sheet, gr

Even the blood still running down my forehead seemed to turn cold. So in her eyes, her eldest daughter was just an unsightly embarrassment, something that couldn’t compare to Suri in the slightest. I struggled to my feet and started toward the door. I didn’t want to stay here for even one more second. I didn’t want to watch Mom and her precious Suri clinging to each other while I stood there like a stranger. However, before I could reach the door, Mom blocked my path. Frowning, she rummaged through a box, pulled out gauze and antiseptic, and shoved them into my hands.

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."

A heavy, suffocating quiet descended over the entire dining room, so dense it felt like a physical weight pressing down on our chests. My father stared at me, his chest heaving under his tailored suit jacket, his dark eyes wide as the horrifying reality finally sank into his mind. The fragile, submissive, and broken daughter he had spent years conditioning, the girl he had systematically isolated, stripped of agency, and prepared to trade away to another family was completely gone. In her place stood a woman built of steel and fire, holding the high ground in his own home.

"If I discover that any of you know where she is and have concealed it, I will report every detail of tonight to His Highness." Dad opened his mouth but couldn't get a word out. Prince Silas was among the most powerful princes in the vampire world. He wouldn't even have to act personally. There were plenty of families under his authority that would happily deal with the Vardis to earn his favor. The only person who could rescue Dad from this disaster was me. And he genuinely had no idea where his eldest daughter was. The only thing he could vaguely recall was watching Adrian drag me out of the hall a few minutes earlier.

This was my eighth life. In the first seven, I died horribly because nobody ever noticed me. Every time, I screamed for help at the top of my lungs. No one ever heard me. So this time, I decided to stop fighting and just wait to die. When I was six, people from a rival family kidnapped me and stuffed me into the trunk of a car. I got comfortable and fell asleep. When the kidnappers opened the trunk, they thought I'd suffocated. They panicked, dumped me by the side of the road, and ran. A cop found me on an old mattress at the dump. I waved him off. "Don't bother with an ambulance. Just call a hearse. And hurry." At 17, my birth parents found me. On the way to the Carlisle estate, I climbed