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But the Queen Luna’s daughter. Holly. “You have to get me out of here, dad! I don’t want to be here anymore! I-I’ll go crazy! I don’t deserve this!” she cried as she pulled my arm so violently that my shoulder hit the metal bar and made me wince. That crazy look on Irina’s face scared me. There was something wrong with my daughter. Something that wasn’t there before. I didn’t know what was more devastating. To watch my life falling apart—or watch my daughter slowly losing herself because of her hatred against the child that I saved so many years ago.

“The prognosis is bad. She was able to continue to use the wheelchair all her life because of the mental breakdown and the series of traumatic experiences she had had so far." The man took in everything the young doctor beside him had said as he stared flatly at the tiny figure who had so much meaning in his life. No matter how much he blamed himself for the misfortune that befell his daughter, he would never be able to return her daughter to the cheerful girl she used to be. His daughter's happiness has been stolen by that rotten woman. Damn it! His heart always flared with anger whenever he thought of that bitch and her disgusting lover.

Almost at first glance, I knew her. A wolf's scent never changes. Even now, caked in heavy makeup and dressed in next to nothing, she gave off the thick reek of cheap perfume. I thought of the day I'd gone to arrange my younger daughter's health certificate, and the few words the Council worker had said to me then. "That little girl you gave up. Her birth parents were animals. At ten they sold her to a rogue to be his wife. The old rogue forced himself on her, and when she ran back, she even slashed her own father."

Before the door closed behind her, she tossed one last line over her shoulder. "Jason, don't forget. I'm the one who gave you a son now." "That dead woman. She's useless." The chapel door clicked shut. Jason slid down against the casket and buried his face in his hands. On the surveillance feed, I watched his shoulders shake. Pathetic. You don't appreciate someone when they're alive. You only cry when they're gone. Then my phone buzzed with a text from my father. "They will pay. Every last one of them."

she asked, pronouncing gorgeous wrong. Riley’s uncle looked at me and smiled, absolutely charming. “Absolutely stunning,” he said. It wasn’t easy to make me blush but he somewhat achieved it. The kind of man I typically ended up in bed or say, in a street race with after a long night was nothing like the man my daughter chose to bring to me. He was cleaned up and looked responsible instead of rugged and grungy. My eyes followed my daughter as she ran back to his car and opened the door to his backseat. “Liyah?” I called for her, confused.

Grounded. Then, on an ordinary day, I overheard someone gossiping about the eldest daughter of the well-known Sorrell family—how she had fallen into depression, attempted suicide at home, and failed. She had ended up in a vegetative state. Her daughter had been so frightened that she had tumbled down the stairs and broken her leg. And as for that man, Skyler—he vanished overnight. No one knew where he went. I smiled but said nothing because I didn't care. Above me, the sun was shining—warm, steady, and within reach.

She desired him solely for his money, status, fame, and power, but her single desire trampled on her entire life and erased her family's existence. No one knows what happened to her later because she was nowhere to be found. Her father attempted suicide in jail because he was bankrupt, and when his daughter's videos were released, everyone began to torment him with their words in the form of insults. Xavier was unconcerned about it, and he felt no remorse for it. Everyone in the business world went to bid him farewell, and most of them only went out of politeness because they had only worked with him once in their lives. But his daughter, whom he raised like a princess and spent his entire l

Her parents were ecstatic when they found out it was a boy and let the daughter give birth. The parents made sure the daughter signed away her rights as the mother, sent her to school in a different country and when she was older married her off. The eldest daughter died some years later after battling with depression. It was said it was as a result of her abusive marriage but it was rumored at the time she was unable to have children and cursed the day she signed off her rights as a mother.

By then, Liam had stopped coming around entirely. For her fifth birthday, Millie wished for one thing—to celebrate with her dad. But on the day, Liam chose a trip with Vivian, leaving her wish unanswered. Desperate, I begged him over the phone. "Millie doesn't have much time left. She just wants one birthday with you. Please." He laughed coldly. "Really? This your latest stunt? Using your dead mom wasn't enough, now it's our daughter for pity? Disgusting. Don't mess with her head. Learn from Vivian—she's got a real heart."

After her mother passed away, her father remarried, and she constantly had to appease her stepmother. On numerous occasions, she cried and said, "If I ever give birth to a daughter, I'll make sure she has a wonderful childhood. I'll give her anything she asks for. No one will ever come before her. I'll never hurt her because of someone I'm not even related to by blood!" Unfortunately, she'd since forgotten about her promise to her future daughter. Maybe this was the kind of person she'd been all along.