Novel & Cerita Unhappily Ever After Daughter

"Welcome back, sister. We've been waiting for you to wake up." Here, in this family with no shared blood, I felt a warmth I hadn't known in years. I slowly sat up, feeling the strength returning to my body. "Mom," my voice was calm and firm, "from this day forward, Alessia Moretti is dead." "I am your daughter." The moment the words left my lips, I felt a sense of release I had never known. The girl who humbled herself for her family, the woman tormented by poison, the daughter wronged by her loved ones. She was dead.

“Why didn’t that surprise me? I knew it was gonna happen sooner or later. The way you’ve...” “And he knows,” I cut in. I’d heard that lecture before anyway. “Rocco?” I nodded, and he sighed. “So they’re gonna get a divorce, and you and Catherine are gonna live together happily ever after. Then why are you sad?” “There’s no such thing as happily ever after, Dom. Jake doesn’t want a divorce, because...” I laughed through my nose. A short, sad laugh that sounded more like a sob. “Because...?”

Although Mr. Clark didn’t show it, he wasn’t happy with what his daughter had become. He’d never imagined that his daughter would one day be a part of his criminal escapades—the part of his life that he’d previously sworn never to go back to. I guess fate has a way of completely shitting on our plans.

Alex really made their daughter turn into a girl who was more open with her feelings. “You only realized it after getting our blessing, didn't you?” “It's not like that, mom!” “Our daughter is an adult now.” “I'm even twenty-four years old, father. You always look at me as a child. How annoying.” The sound of laughter fills the rooms of a luxurious home that has always had harmony. Warmth and harmony always prevail over all egos and hidden ambitions. Such a happy little family but who would have thought that all of that is behind a bad mystery that has rained on someone's life since childhood until now. The events and happiness they feel have never been experienced by that figure since the d

It's not like I can fight him anyway. "She is my daughter, Tania, and her place is with me. If you want me to leave you and Adrian in peace, just let me have my daughter, and the four of us can start our happily ever after far away from each other." What a jerk! Monsters like him don't deserve a happy ever after. He should rot in jail or be reunited with his partner in crime. "You put her in that condition, Damian. You shot your own daughter, and now she is battling for her life. You almost killed her, and..."

Why was Ryan so charming to her? I should be happy. My daughter was practically bouncing off the marble floors, her little shoes making soft taps across the polished tiles as she sprinted from room to room. Her eyes sparkled with wonder, her laughter echoing through the oversized penthouse like bells. It was everything she’d never had growing up—space, light, ceilings so high they looked like they belonged to royalty. And for once, she wasn’t asking if we could afford it. I should be happy. But all I could feel was an uncomfortable tightness in my chest every time I looked at Ryan.

Agatha insisted. “I just want something simple. Not too complicated. Elegant and…” I was searching for a delicate way to tone down Agatha’s enthusiasm. “Oh you will be ELEGANT! Ravishing! Demure! You will be the talk of the moon ceremony. Nothing but the best for the Alpha’s daughter!” Agatha jubilantly decreed. Agatha has been at this estate as long as I remember. She served my father’s household before Osiris. She became a mother figure to me when he passed away.

I mean, even before that Kinsley told everyone that I had killed her mother, so I was bullied. Everyone knew that my mother had died shortly after giving birth, which I was once again blamed for, and that my father, the Alpha of our pack had no interest in me. I mean, I was his mistress’s daughter. He already had an heir. He didn’t need or want me, and it showed. “Grace.” A voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up at Kathy. Kathy was in charge of all the servants in the house. My mother has supposedly entrusted me with her when she died, but there wasn’t an ounce of affection in her eyes. I was just another servant, regardless of who my father was.

“How could you do this to your daughter? You’re an evil woman!” Before I could explain, a mob of angry parents pushed me to the road and had me killed in a car accident. The last thing I saw before I died was Cecelia’s wicked gaze. It was not the kind of gaze belonging to a five-year-old girl. I felt so pathetic for not knowing why my biological daughter hated me so much, even in death. I had always hugged her when I slept, and she would hold my arm and kiss my cheek. “Mom, I love you the most.”

There was a small, pleased curve at the corner of her mouth, pure amusement. “You didn’t actually believe Nia had a curse, did you?” she said, easy, unhurried. I stared at her, and something dropped inside my chest. The Fates’ prophecy. The curse. Had she fabricated all of it? She watched the hate rise in my eyes, and her smile widened. “There it is. And just so you know, while you were rotting in Tartarus, your precious daughter was suffering right alongside you.” She lifted one finger and tapped my forehead. “While the mist was taking you apart, Nia was on her knees at my feet. Bowing. Crying for her mama between every bow. It was unbearable to look at.”