The Wrong Daughter Book Review Novels & Stories

"Dad, Mom, you’ve got it wrong. Amanda is now—" "Scott, shut up!" Elaine might not have understood everything, but she wasn’t blind. She shot Amanda a vicious glare, then turned to me. Her voice wavered, lacking conviction. "Katie, this must all be some kind of misunderstanding. Scott has always been soft-hearted. This woman must’ve tricked him. "And besides, you’re always so busy with work. All you ever do is stare at your reports. You don’t even have time to pour him a cup of coffee.

I could laugh it off and run upstairs. But I didn’t want to. I wanted to see just how far General Kane would go when his little stepdaughter finally pushed him past the breaking point. I looked him dead in the eyes, smiled that sweet, wicked smile I used on camera, and said the words that sealed my fate. “Yes, Daddy. I’ve been such a bad girl.”

I pleaded. “But her mother has done a lot of wrongs to me. The sin of her mother will definitely fall upon her heavily. No mercy. No second thought. No going back. She must join you in the land of the spirit in no time. Mark my words. Both of you will continue as mother and daughter in the mortal world.” Lizzy poured out venomously. I kept on begging her to spare my child. As I watch my life crumbling apart. What a world I came to. What a miserable life I found myself in. I lamented secretly.

She was removed from the medical college board and blacklisted by many large hospitals in the country. There was no longer a place for Yvonne, once a genius forensic doctor, to survive here anymore. Both of them were permanently done for. I had pushed them into the deep end myself. … I received an anonymous phone call one day. Yvonne's weak but vengeful voice rang out. "You won, Summer. You ruined us for good." "You ruined yourself," I said lightly. "You were the one who dismembered your own son." Yvonne cackled hysterically over the call. "Hahaha! Yes… I did that… But I still have Jasper. He's been by my side all this time… Like an obedient puppy…

“Darling, listen to reason. Ariana Blake isn’t cut from the same cloth. She doesn’t belong in our world. And if she stays in the spotlight, she’ll drag you down with her.” “Don’t call her that,” I growl. Her brows lift, interest flashing in her eyes. “That defensive, are we?” I bite down on my temper. “She didn’t ask for this. Adrian used her. He left her with his child and walked away. She’s a victim of his carelessness, not the cause.” “She chose to open her mouth,” my father spits. “She chose to embarrass us. That makes her the enemy.” I step closer, voice hard. “No. The enemy is the son you refuse to hold accountable.”

Some people loved you and left anyway. And sometimes that was the most beautiful kind of wrong.

“Lord… “Save your… “Daugh… Before I could say DAUGHTER, I turned back like a flash and ran madly like a mad woman down the hallway. “Get her” Adrian said calmly. “I should have killed you” he said, lightening a cigar.

“But you are a worthless animal who played with my daughter's innocence and took advantage of her.” “That's not true!” Grace says. “My son can be an idiot sometimes and very irresponsible when it comes to making the right decisions. But I also know my son very well because I raised him. And I know he will never play with a woman's dignity.” “But he did it with my daughter, Grace! And you are defending him despite being a member of the women's rights.” Mom grits her teeth. “Because I know your daughter is a liar! She's only known how to lie and manipulate everyone around her.” Grace replies. “Do you know that your own innocent looking daughter didn't choose to leave modelling. She was actuall

"How would your parents be disappointed? You're not even their biological daughter…" The moment the words left his mouth, Aaron quickly corrected himself. "Besides, don't they already have another daughter now? And college entrance exam scores don't define a person anyway. You're talented no matter where you go. You'll shine anywhere." Remembering what the floating comments had said, I stared directly into his eyes. "What about Yvonne Brooks?" "Her?" Aaron sneered with obvious disdain. "That real daughter they just brought back? She has no manners and no class. Even if she gets into university, she won't amount to much."

Her mother had described the perfect wedding—how her daughter would wear white, walk down the aisle with her head held high, and marry someone who loved her deeply. This isn’t how it was supposed to be. “Can I borrow your phone?” Irene asked. “Can I borrow your phone?” she asked. The artist handed it over, and Irene stepped aside. She called her mother’s number. “Hello?” came Aunt Ruby’s voice. Irene didn’t speak—but she could hear her mother’s sobs in the background. “My daughter left me… It’s all my fault…” Tears streamed down Irene’s face as she listened. Then Aunt Ruby asked, “Who is this?”