روايات وقصص ضمن The Woman's Daughter

"I hope you're doing okay." The woman forced a smile, her eyes clouding over for a brief moment. "It's okay, thank you for your concern," she said, her voice strained. "I appreciate it." I nodded sympathetically, using the opportunity to ask about her daughter's health. "How's your daughter doing?" I asked, my voice soft. "Is she...?" The woman's expression faltered, and she looked away, her voice barely above a whisper. "She's still in a coma. The doctors say it's going to be a while before she wakes up.”

The woman moved farther into the room. “Why is she still alive?” she asked flatly. The man hurried to her side….“I thought you’d want to see her,” he said quickly. “I thought you’d want to see the only daughter of Mr. Dominic Moretti.” That name made her turn and her gaze cut into him. “The only daughter of Moretti is my daughter,” she said coldly, “and it is going to remain that forever.” She turned back to the screen. “I want her dead tonight.”

I rushed to her and grabbed her arm, compelling her to be calm. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I don't know. My daughter is acting strange there. She doesn't seem to recognize me." "Daughter? Is she…Lexie?" She sighed and nodded. So, this woman is the mother of the driver of the jeep who called earlier and I'm sure Kathrina has realized what she looks like now, thus, the woman's frightened of her reaction. "Just calm down, ma'am," I said, letting go of her. "I'm worried. I don't know what's wrong with her and…"

I won't let another daughter get away from her family. . . #TBC

Maya's blood went cold. She knew that face. "No," Maya whispered. "Yes," the woman said. "I'm Bella's daughter. We planned all of this together." Maya felt her legs go weak. "Bella had a daughter?" "Bella had many secrets," the mother said. "Just like you." Nan pulled against her chains. "Don't listen," Nan said. "They're lying." Bella's daughter looked at Nan. She pulled the trigger. The sound was loud in the empty space.

“Me too. How can a young girl be living in a house that is unkept. Just look at the roof. I really imagine how they will survive during the heavy rainstorm” “Mom we really need to help her out,don’t you think?” “Yes. We will visit her first thing tomorrow before she goes to school” _________Madison_____________ The city girl, one of the best fashionista in the whole Chicago. She is spoilt brat and commands everyone as if there were her slaves. Her dad is too gullible and can’t stand on his words. He is a chicken and can easily be tricked. Her mother on the other hand is a tiger. She commands everyone by her fingertips. She is feared by all and can do anything as she pleases. With the mention

Those were the words she had always used on me. Suri had been in a terrible mood lately because she was unable to attend school and was deeply humiliated. Worst of all, without school, where was she supposed to bully others or extort money? She stomped her foot and screamed, "Why won’t you give it to me?! If you can’t afford me, why did you even give birth to me?! You old hag, why don’t you just die? All the money in this house belongs to me!" Hearing her beloved daughter tell her to die, Mom nearly fainted from shock. She thought about all the humiliation she had endured begging for Suri’s schooling and all the money she had spent, only for this ungrateful child to curse her over allowance.

It made betraying her easier. But I had learned long ago that the most dangerous people were never loud. Silence was refinement. Stillness was calculation. I’d heard of Vittoria long before Stefano drove through my gates. Whispers in meetings. Mentions in intercepted conversations. The Don’s daughter who watched and never spoke. The girl who stood beside her father not as decoration, but as presence. Women raised in violence did not grow up fragile. They grew up precise. If she truly had been kept untouched, it was not purity, it was control. Christian Guerra had protected something valuable. Or volatile.

Come back! "I was wrong! I'll give everything back to you! I'll trade my life!" "Forum, can you hear me? I'll trade! Bring my sister back!" But the countdown had already begun. No matter how much they regretted it, it was too late. I felt a wave of lightness. A soft white glow wrapped around me. Maybe this was fine, too. Goodbye. In the next life, let's not meet again. Being Dad's daughter hurt too much.