The Wrong Daughter Book Review Novels & Stories

I wanted to scoff. I don’t want to be stupid like my brother and I preferred not to be compared with him when he was being a moron. “In the meantime. I will keep you informed about her. to be honest, I thought you hated her. I never thought you felt this way. It is wrong indeed, to judge a book by it’s cover because we all see that you two are not close. But none of us have ever considered that you are giving her time to deal with what happened. Maybe because none of us were thinking about the situation correctly. We all forgot about whose daughter she was and what you did to her father.”

"What kind of nonsense is that? I've put up with your attitude before, but this alliance with the Jouberts? People would kill for it. Do you even know how exceptional Damian is? His family, his connections, his ability, his character—he's one in a million." Cleo met his gaze, saw it clear—he'd box her up and ship her off if it meant sealing the deal. She let out a cold laugh. "If he's so amazing, let your precious illegitimate daughter have him. I'll hand her the damn engagement myself." Harold went rigid, then his anger flipped—straight into shock, then something close to excitement. "Wh-What did you say? You're really willing to give it to your sister?" "Yeah. You've always favored that ho

She asked, her eyes sweeping the room. “Isn't that your business partner?” She cast a glance at Dane. “He betrayed me. Millie too. Can you believe our daughter disowned me?” “What? Millie, is this true?” A horrid gasp escaped her as she turned to face me, and I still couldn't understand what was happening. I thought…I thought she was on my side? “Haven't I given her everything she ever wanted? How dare she?” “Calm down. Don't worry, I'll talk to her. God, I've missed you…” She pulled him in for another hug again, and I could see pure lust and happiness consume my father. Again, how could he love two women with so much intensity?

According to her, I was an evil woman with a short temper who hurt her whenever I felt like it. As for Kelvin, he would take Jillian's side every time. No questions asked. "She's just a child. Why would she lie?" he would ask. At the time, I didn't want to believe that my own daughter saw me as a romantic rival. Unfortunately, it was already much too late by the time I finally opened my eyes to the truth. I scoffed as I looked at Jillian's pitiful appearance.

Clara started. She gave her the same opening she had given Gerald. The birth certificate. The background. The years of being pushed aside by a father who had decided before she could walk that she was the wrong kind of child. Who had built an empire and handed it to a son while his daughter watched from a distance that nobody had ever bothered to close. Diane listened. Didn't interrupt. Didn't react visibly. Just sat across from her with both hands flat on the table and her eyes completely steady.

My father refusing to even look at me, Scarlett standing behind them with satisfaction hidden beneath fake pity. “Tell us who got you pregnant,” Dad demanded furiously. I held my swollen stomach protectively. “No.” Mom looked horrified. “You’re choosing some irresponsible man over your own family?” I almost laughed at the irony, What family? The same family that loved me only when I stayed silent and convenient? “You brought shame into this house,” Dad snapped. “I’m still your daughter,” I whispered. Scarlett scoffed loudly from the staircase. “Barely.” That one word destroyed me more than everything else.

Instead, he walked right past him and quickly stopped in front of Dad. Then he apologized with a bowed head, his voice trembling. "Don McKenna! This is all a misunderstanding! A complete misunderstanding! "I apologize on behalf of my ignorant nephew, Ethan, for offending you. Please calm down!" He suddenly turned around and struck Ethan across the back with his cane. "You fool! Do you have any idea who you've offended? "This is Don McKenna of Lanford! Every mafia organization throughout Usonia is under his control! "If Ms. McKenna hadn't found you handsome, a recently acknowledged illegitimate son like you would never have been qualified to marry into the McKenna family!

I'll be posting prompts for story openings based on our ongoing contests, successful outlines and designs, and if you are up for it, take it and write it out~ Come back to me with your own story and I have contracts to offer~ (well, if you already have a senior editor with GN, go to them :P ------- Her only mistake, is to love the wrong person. She's the daughter of a rich family. Her dad gave her love, beauty, money...and too arrogant a heart. She doesn't know the world as the dirty place it is. It's only good for her.

"My daughter has always done the right thing. Since elementary school, her grades have been at the top of her class. She's never given me a moment's worry!” "She's kind-hearted. Since she was little, she's dreamed of becoming a doctor. After entering medical school, her grades were so excellent that she received national scholarships every year.” "She entered this hospital through proper, transparent channels. She absolutely did not use my connections to get in through the back door like you're claiming!" Dad held my weak body tightly as he fought back against the department staff who were slandering me. "You say the surgical error wasn't your daughter's fault, but her entire department is t

She asked her, her eyes firmly on Orla. "Ma'am, ma-a, ma'am–ma'am." Orla stuttered, shaking uncontrollably in her seat. She looked into Elizabeth's eyes and wriggled her head. "You are the unseen daughter, the forsaken one who has nothing to offer my son. I heard a few things about you from your sisters, I know that you are possessed and you bewitched my son to choose you." Elizabeth derided, shaking her head. "I made a mistake, I shouldn't have gone to your house with my son. Mia was my choice, I should have invited her over and let them meet each other."