The Woman's Daughter Novels & Stories

The North is purified and such evil does not lurk around the premise. "Oh, it does." The woman paced around restlessly back to me, "Her daughter who is just twelve years of age, died the same way immediately after her mother. Her eyes popped out of her socket as she headed her throat like she was being strangled." I gasped, my heart racing faster than before. I almost staggered on my feet but my father's voice brought me back into composure. "Kaliya, leave, I'll handle this," he said. "Please, don't let her leave" the woman begged. "She's our only hope. Please let her pray for my sister, please, Alpha"

She lifted her head and looked me with soft eyes and that just annoyed me to no end. "I am here to see you. I thought you would come home so that we can talk and when you didn't, I thought I should come and find you myself." The audacity of this woman! After everything she did to my daughter she thinks there is anything we need to talk about? "There is nothing for us to talk about and am not coming back." She frowned looking sad and confused. "Are you still with that woman?" Now she was pissing me off. "I will not dignify that with an answer. Think what you want." Our daughter was fighting for her life and all she could think about was another woman. What a disgrace to mother's.

I stayed standing in the window, but in my mind, I was already out hunting down the asshole who thought he could buy her. "Billy!" The mother gave the name, but it was the daughter who shook in disgust and rubbed her arms as if suddenly cold. "Which, Billy? The Billy that's out there?" I pointed my thumb over my shoulder. The woman nodded as the daughter kept staring down at her hands in her lap. She was clutching them so hard they were beginning to turn white. "Give me a second." I left the room without waiting for a response.

I had my head bowed when someone suddenly lurched towards me, holding me by my shirt. “How could you do that to my daughter? How could you?” The woman cried, shaking me violently. “You beast! You almost killed my daughter, and now I don't know when next I'll get to see her beautiful eyes.” She slipped onto the ground, her grip on my shirt loosening a bit. I thought she had finally calm down, but she was far from done. “You, if anything happens to my daughter, prepare to take responsibility.” The other girl walks towards us, trying to pull her mother away from me, but the woman remained adamant.

"That woman can stay in that expensive place all because her daughter drugged a rich man and jumped him. "And the daughter's a real crafty one, I tell you—she even bribed the papers to expose what happened, even taking fertility pills and forcing the man to break up with his fiancee. "She thought she would win with her child, but the man was never interested and didn't marry her. "But she stayed stubborn, gave birth, and used her daughter like a tool for money, and then the girl died on the surgical table. "The way I see it, it's all comeuppance. Such a vile mother, and her daughter paid for all of her actions.

The faces of the two ladies in Surrey flashed back in his mind. Their faces—her face. The face that he trusted the most, loved the most. She was wearing all black and even though Dorrien had seen her wear black many times, he couldn’t erase that memory of her wearing all black and hugging the lady in all red. What devastates him the most is the fact that she called that mysterious red woman her ‘daughter’… Daughter. She had a daughter. But to whom? When? How? She had only said that she had a stepdaughter. But a daughter coming from her own blood? That was mind-blowing and...mysterious.

Honestly, seeing as she took a slap to the face from Zoe the last time we met, I wasn't really expecting a welcome as warm as this. I had thought we all were in for a catfight show from the two women. Perhaps she's not one to hold a grudge. "And where pray tell is thy offspring?" Zoe questioned back in response in a way I found strange and almost funny due to her tone. "I dropped her Off in school." The woman replied simply. "And the other who seems unable to keep himself away from my Daughter?" Zoe demanded and the woman looked outrightly confused. "I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about" came her response and Zoe scoffed.

Meech questioned, zooming into the picture and I nodded, still in utter disbelief. “Hold on, there's no way she's the daughter of THE WEST Fletcher?!” Ben raised his voice and there began our research. We discovered everything about the woman my heart still raced for, she was currently the CEO of the leading company in the world, those two kids were definitely hers, as in every picture of the competition day, she was present and Ben had found a clip where her son was speaking good of his mother and the cameras were focused on her. It wasn't clear to many people but I knew it was her.

the woman said. "Do you know that when your daughter was hospitalized, there were plenty of spots on her scalp where it was chaffed and a few chunks of her hair was yanked off, and she was bleeding all over? She has multiple soft tissue injuries all over her body as well. It was fortunate that she dodged them a little. Every time her cousin beat her up, she hugged her head and curled herself up. Otherwise, her organs would have been destroyed. If her organs were destroyed, then she would truly be dead. Madam, ask yourself sincerely, do you truly wish for your own daughter's death? Could it be that Eevonne is not your own daughter instead?" Kingston asked. "Of course, she is my daughter! She

The girl immediately puffed out her chest and answered proudly, "Of course! My name is Clarisse Meyer. I'm the Meyer family's one and only daughter! You're just a fraud trying to ride on our fame. Get lost now, or I'll have my dad seize your car!" "The only daughter?" I let out a short laugh and pushed open the door, but two bodyguards stepped forward and blocked me. They were men I had personally hired to protect Maeve. Now they stood against me, faces hard and hostile. "Miss, this is private property of the Meyer residence. Unauthorized people are not allowed inside," one of them said coldly. "Unauthorized people?" I glanced at him. "I am Aaron's lawful wife and Maeve's mother. You dare st