The Wrong Daughter Book Review Novels & Stories

"Did I make your daughter throw him from the upstairs window? "Your daughter is rotten, and you helped make her that way!" The neighbors around us started pointing at Seraphine too. "Well, now we know where the pup got it from." "Her own daughter killed her own son. Even the Council wouldn't know how to untangle this mess." Damien lowered his voice and snapped at me angrily. "Do you think this isn't chaotic enough already? Hurry up and make them leave. If anything happens to Seraphine, I'll never forgive you!"

She didn’t cry. She couldn’t. There were no tears left. Only emptiness. The judge’s final words continued to echo inside her mind. “The court finds that residing with Mr. Rashford is in the child’s best interest.” Best interest. The phrase felt like a cruel joke. For thirteen years she had sacrificed everything for her son. And now she was being told she wasn’t enough. Her phone rang. Kate. Irina hesitated before answering. “Hello?” “You lost, didn’t you?” Kate asked softly.

My eyes refused to leave the phone as I scrolled through the pictures, each with the wrong narrative pinned to it. I stared at the words again, until I finally read them out loud under my breath. "This is the daughter of the Thornes. The one who has just reunited with the family. She’s evil, and this is just a hint of how evil she is. She stabbed a woman called Vienna because she wanted her man, who happens to be Asher Langston. These are the picture evidence below." My throat tightened as I repeated the write-up word for word. Each letter felt like it was scraping down my chest.

"It is a dream come true." "Where is my daughter?" My voice came out tight and venomous. "BLASPHEMY!" Denia roared. "You call that abomination you birthed a daughter?" I snarled at her, only for the chains I hadn't noticed restraining my neck, hands, and feet to pull me back. "Oh, am I wrong?" Denia asked, looking at me with loathing. "You are. All of you are wrong!" I argued. "That child is what has wreaked havoc in the realms. The crime of your selfishness has released a darkness into this world... You care about one child and forget the rest of your family will be haunted by your choices!"

exclaimed her mother and her father’s eyes widened in dismay. Well, there was the news about Equilay. They would all come out of that afternoon surprised. “Well, you see. It seems you have supported the wrong one. Instead, your daughter, the one you raised and instilled good values in, that one you couldn’t reach out to and forgive a simple teenage mistake.”

Best to leave it for last. After reading the first few pages, my first impression is that this Alpha was a total quack. All he wrote about was the chosen daughter. The time that she lived with them brought them joy and prosperity. Apparently, he believed that her presence gave the pack well wishes and good fortune. Even though she had died three hundred years before he was the Alpha, he still wrote like it was only recent. If he hadn’t have written the dates, I would have thought that he was there for it, that he knew her personally. This idiot. Believing in fairy tales like a child. Is it any wonder it was so easy for me to wipe out this pack. I flipped through the rest of the pages more qu

Zayn nodded. “Therefore, don’t…judge a book by its cover.” After that, he looked at Aino again. “Aino! This is the girl that you wanted to introduce to me as my girlfriend? Not only is she eight years older than me, but she…once behaved so indecently. Even if she was initially forced to work at the nightclub, what about later on? Since she finally had a family and a child after many difficulties, not only did she not live her life properly, but she even cheated. She let her daughter lose her mother since childhood. Could her daughter not hate her? Aino, you’re truly harming me to introduce such a person to me to be my girlfriend! Your judgement of people is far worse than your dad’s.”

And effectively too. "It was. Or it is rather." I grunted. " He needs to see that he was wrong and I'm right." "I thought you wanted to help him see the light about his father?" Yes, I may or may not have chipped in that I'd found his mother's writings in the study the other day. " Will this help?" "I don't know. Noah is just so annoying!" "I don't know about that." I rolled my eyes at her statement. " But I do know, two wrongs don't make a right."

Joyce said, “I saw what they did to poor little Judy. Your mother was the worst to her though what the boys did was horrible. I wasn't going to allow any child to be born and to be used and discard like that.” “Oh,” Deanna said. “So if my mother got that part about her being the one wrong, she probably got a lot of other things wrong as well.” “Yes, dear,” Joyce said. “She got the whole thing wrong. I think she thought she was supposed to love her son a little too much.” “You mean David?” Deanna asked.

“That’s the storage room. Why would you pick that? Choose another.” “I’m used to small rooms. They make me feel safer.” My tone carried a hint of self-mockery. After a sigh, they agreed. Just like that, they agreed to let their biological daughter, who had been missing for ten years, live in the storage room. Leila, their fake daughter, returned right on cue. She ran upstairs and looked visibly surprised when she saw me in the storage room. I glanced at her, calm and composed. She thought I didn’t know her little schemes—that she had deliberately placed a panda plush in her room to lure me into choosing it.