Your Daughter Calls Me Daddy Too

he is powerful, unstoppable and evil, he is the devil on a mission of revenge she is innocent, quiet and peaceful, she is his target of revenge. ever imagined what it would feel like paying for a sin you didn't commit?, follow Roxanne's story then

A young woman learns that her grandfather, whom she had never met before or knew was alive, has vital information to tell her. Torn between learning of her past and staying in her comfortable life, she must decide if it's worth losing everything she knows or leaving it all behind. Suppose that's even an option for someone born to lead a Pack. Isabella must decide if she wants to go back to her life before or face an uncertain, dangerous world where she can discover who it was behind her family's deaths. Faced with learning of her family she never had, she finds her own within these people who call her Luna. She's torn between her desire of belonging and returning to what her life once was. But the future comes at a hefty price. And her's is 6'6 with bright eyes.

I was feeding my seven-year-old daughter, Lucy Langer, when Robert Langer crashed through the front door, reeking of alcohol. His shirt collar hung askew, and red marks blazed across his neck. "Audrey," he said hoarsely, "someone spiked my drink at the charity gala. But don't worry. I've already had my lawyer handle it." I nodded. After so many years of marriage, I knew he only had eyes for me and our daughter. He never strayed. Or so I believed… until eight months later. While Robert was away on a business trip, his cruise ship caught fire. The news dominated every channel. Clutching a sobbing Lucy, I rushed to the hospital, only to find him swathed in bandages, standing outside the maternity ward. "Becca is pregnant," he murmured. "It was that night at the gala… I didn't think it would happen from just once…" He gulped. "When the fire spread, she saved me. But she… got trapped herself." A newborn's wail pierced the corridor as the delivery room doors opened. Becca White was wheeled out, looking pale and exhausted. She clutched my sleeve and pleaded desperately, "Audrey… my babies can't grow up without a father…"

The only master of her body is Yael Sebastian Ramirez. She couldn't forget the man who took her at the middle of the forest while the rain is pouring hard. When their body collide, she already knew, that Yael is her kryptonite. So in order to save her heart from breaking, she has to runaway and never see him again. But what if fate brought them back together? Only this time, she could not run away from him because he knew that her daughter, Elise, is his too. How could she guard her heart from falling for him when in the very first time she saw this mind she already owned her heart? How could she protect her heart when he could lit the fire inside her? Would their daughter help them to reconcile? Or would Andra runaway again after finding the truth that Yael's already engaged?

At that exact moment, it hit me—I was never even a side character in this novel. I was just a pitiful nobody, not even worth a name in the story. In the original plot, I’d loved the wrong guy for six whole years, only to end up betrayed, locked away, and left to die a horrible death in the red-light district. But now, I’d woken up. I knew how the story was supposed to go, and I was never gonna follow that damned script to my inevitable end. To escape and get back at everyone who’d hurt me, who’d betrayed me, I set my sights on a man no one dared to mess with—my boyfriend’s adoptive father, Alexander Knight, the famous “Ice Tycoon” of the upper class. This alpha was cold, ruthless, and known for his unbreakable self-discipline. I’d planned to get close to him, seduce him—even sell my body if I had to—just to get his protection and run from the fate I’d suffered in my past life. But I never could’ve guessed that the second I stepped into his world, everything would start to spiral out of control. Caught between revenge, desire, and a destiny that was supposed to be set in stone, I had to make a choice: walk away before everything fell apart, or risk it all to take a role that was never meant for me. When fate stopped playing favorites, not everyone could handle losing their spot as the hero.

On the day of the crash, I called Enzo Vitale ninety-nine times on the emergency channel. On the hundredth call, his Consigliere finally picked up. "Don Enzo has already used family resources to escort Miss Moretti to a private hospital," he said. "Her condition…isn’t good. Don asked me to tell you not to disturb him again." But that was not the worst part. When I woke up, my baby was gone. The doctor said the accident was too severe and they could not save the child. Then I heard the truth. “Chiara is carrying my child,” Enzo said. “Her last wish is to have a child before she goes. I gave her that. But this must stay between us. Alessia cannot know.” “We had no choice,” my mother Rosalina said, her voice flat. “Chiara doesn't have long. We want her last days to be peaceful.” “Alessia will understand,” my father Alberto said. “She's always been reasonable. She'll see this is about giving a dying woman her final wish.” They were comforting a dying woman. My child was dead. But all they cared about was Chiara's baby. I stumbled away. Chiara stood at the end of the hallway and smiled at me. “I am not dying,” she whispered. “I just want everything you have.” I picked up my phone and dialed a number. “Professor Luciano,” I said quietly. “I've changed my mind. I am ready to join your closed medical research program.” The woman who once begged for love had died with her child.