The Daughter They Never Wanted Chapter 10

The Daughter They Never Wanted Chapter 10

Dad was sending Daisy abroad to study.

We ran into each other at the airport.

“Nancy.” Dad’s voice was awkward.

Daisy laughed in my face. “Don’t get cocky, Nancy. When I get back, you’ll still be working for me.”

I didn’t say anything. Just waited.

One second later, my phone rang.

“I’m sorry, but the university is rescinding your offer. We cannot admit an applicant with a documented history of assault, harassment, and disciplinary violations.”

Daisy went white. “Criminal record? Dad, you said you fixed it!”

Her eyes locked onto me. “You… you did this!”

“But that doesn’t make sense. Messing with her laptop isn’t a crime…”

“Maybe not. But trying to drug me, planting cheat notes, and harassing me for years? I have evidence for all of that.” “Look. Police are here.”

Dad grabbed me, and begged me to write another forgiveness letter.

“Nancy, she’s your sister. If she goes to jail, it makes you look bad too, right?”

“Sister?” I tilted my head. “You said I was the fake heiress.”

—

“That was just a joke, sweetie.” Dad wiped sweat off his forehead.

“Oh, really? I don’t believe you.”

I smiled and pulled my arm out of his grip.

“Just wait, Nancy!” Daisy started threatening me.

“A few days in jail. I’ll destroy you when I get out!”

“You think you’re getting out?”

I held up my phone. A video was playing.

A parent’s voice. Real name. No hiding.

“I’m reporting Daisy. She bullied my daughter until she jumped off a building! Her parents paid to make it go away. But I still believe in justice…”

Back in middle school, Daisy had a crush on a boy. He complimented another girl. That was all it took.

She bullied that girl until she jumped.

And my dad? He was the one who paid to bury it. Mom probably helped too.

Good. The whole family can love each other in prison.

The video had been posted five minutes ago. It was already blowing up.

Two uniformed officers stepped forward, arrest warrant in hand, and cuffed Daisy’s wrists behind her back.

—

That’s when she finally got scared.

She realized it was too late.

“Nancy, please write the letter. And talk to that family. Tell them not to report me. I’m so sorry!”

I stepped back. I didn’t want her touching me.

She screamed hysterically, thrashing against the officers’ grip. She said she’d kill me.

I raised my hand. “Wait!”

Dad looked up, hope in his eyes. “You’ll write the letter, honey?”

“No. I was just thinking… you’re probably losing your VP job over this, right?”

Dad’s face went pale. He nodded.

Not just the job. Probably the money too.

I smiled. “Well, here’s some good news.”

“That run-down old house you signed over to me? The whole neighborhood’s been rezoned for commercial development. I’m getting a multi-million dollar payout for the land.”

Dad’s face lit up for a second. Then I added, “Too bad. None of it goes to you. Because I’m not your daughter.”

All the color drained from his face.

She was loaded into the back of a police car. I walked to my gate and boarded my flight.

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We were both heading for new lives. One of us was going to prison.
The other was going to a future finally free of all the lies and hurt.

Bright futures, indeed.