

"The day my parents brought home an AI daughter, I lost my place in the family. Maddison Matthews was flawless. Gentle, intelligent, and obedient, she was the perfect daughter. Overnight, I became the problem child. Dad stopped hiding his disappointment. Mom compared me to Maddison in everything I did. Even my brother, Bailey, treated me like an embarrassment. ""What else do you know how to do besides throwing tantrums and fighting for attention?"" The day I finally snapped and shoved Maddison, Mom slapped me so hard my ears rang. ""If you were even half as mature as Maddie, I wouldn’t be so exhausted every single day! Go to the Intelligent Excellence Academy and learn properly how to be an obedient daughter!"" Then she sent me away. I was forced into a three-year exchange program at the Intelligent Excellence Academy, a place designed to train human children alongside advanced AI models. Three years later, my family finally came to bring me home. They called my name again and again, but I never answered. The director smiled calmly beside them. ""Mrs. Matthews,"" he said softly, ""you’ll need to say ‘Power On’. Unit 1314 no longer responds to human names."

A father's lust for power and his affair with another woman lead him to abandon his gifted daughter inside a frozen prison. While she begs for rescue, an enemy prince races to save her, and her mother uncovers a betrayal so monstrous it could destroy an empire.

My father's adopted daughter was only locked in the cramped storage closet for around fifteen minutes, yet he punished me by tying me up and throwing me inside. He even sealed off the ventilation with towels. "As Wendy's older sister, if you can't take care of her, then you should also experience how scared she was," he declared coldly. He knew I was claustrophobic, but my desperate pleas for mercy, my terror, were met with nothing but heartless reprimands. "Let this be a lesson on how to be a good sister." As the last sliver of light disappeared, swallowed by the oppressive darkness, I struggled helplessly. A week passed before my father finally remembered my existence and decided it was time to end my punishment. "Let's hope this week served as a good lesson for you, Jennifer. If this happens again, you will no longer be allowed in this house." He would never know that I had already taken my last breath in that suffocating room. My body had begun to rot in the darkness.

"My whole family can see the countdown to my sister’s death. We all know she’ll die on her sixteenth birthday, so she always comes first. The pretty dresses are hers. Every family outing revolves around her. Even our parents’ time and attention belong to her. When her sixteenth birthday finally arrives, I’m burning with fever. Afraid I’ll ruin her last day, my parents lock me in the storage room. “Mom, it hurts. Please let me out.” “Enough. It’s her last day. Can’t you just bear it?” “But I really don’t feel well…” Slowly, the sounds outside the door fade away, and my consciousness slips away forever."

My daughter, Bessie Garcia, had very little self-discipline. The only reason she studied at all was that I constantly pushed her. Three months before the SATs, I could not resist sending a question to myself ten years into the future. “Did Bessie get into an Ivy League school? What kind of job does she have now? Please tell me the last three years of hard work were worth it! How far have Meera and I gotten on our trip around the world? Did we have a second child?” A hopeful smile spread across my face. Then, I saw the man on the other side of the screen. His skin was sallow. He was so thin that he was almost unrecognizable. “An Ivy League school? After graduation, she publicly accused you of controlling and emotionally abusing her for more than ten years. The entire internet branded you a sick, controlling father. Meera divorced you and went on to have a child with her first love. As for you… years of staying up late, putting your life on hold, and constantly supervising Bessie’s studies left you with terminal pancreatic cancer. Your daughter and ex-wife have cut you out of their lives completely. You have only one month left to live.” I was stunned. Just then, Bessie’s voice sounded from her room as she talked to someone online. “My dad? He’s a pathetic control freak. His wife doesn’t love him, so he takes it out on me by trying to control my life. The more he forces me to study, the worse I’ll bomb the exams! Watching him lose his mind in rage is the only satisfaction I get. Once the SATs are over, I’m moving out and cutting him out of my life for good!” Tears splashed against the back of my hand. A moment later, I withdrew her from every SATs prep course and sent her a text. [You don’t have to attend those tutoring classes anymore. From now on, I won’t ask anything of you. It’s your life, so you should get to decide how to live it.]

After a night of passion, Dana Seth, a woman who had sworn never to get married, left the man but kept the child. She then found herself embroiled in the internal strife of the Lucas Group. One moment it was about the father trying to snatch the son's shares, the next it was about the boss's son not being his own. She was constantly caught in the midst of these high-society dramas. Just as she was about to make her escape, the aloof tycoon's eyes turned red. "Run away after sleeping with me. Who taught you to do that?"

With only two months left to live, the White Witch Morwenna ruthlessly forces her paralyzed adopted daughter, Lyra, to walk again. Hating the woman she believes ruined her life, Lyra has no idea that Morwenna sold her family's ancestral recipe, concealed her terminal illness, and sacrificed everything for her. By the time Lyra finally learns the truth and calls her "Mom," it's already too late.

As the Browns' beloved adopted daughter, Lisa lived in luxury until the 'real heiress' returned and methodically destroyed her life. Framed, disowned, and eventually maimed by unknown assassins, Lisa lost everything—including her right arm. But when her comatose father finally opened his eyes, he revealed a truth that would shake the Brown dynasty to its core: the girl they'd cast aside was their true flesh and blood.

My seven-year-old son was bitten by a snake. I rushed him to my elder son’s hospital, only for his girlfriend to mistake me for his mistress. She blocked the treatment, slapped and beat me violently, leaving me bruised and bleeding. When my elder son operated on me, his hands trembled and he asked in horror: “Who did this to you, Mom?”

Christmas Eve. Six-year-old Sia knelt in blood, pressing her small hands over her mother's cold fingers, calling for help again and again. On the line, her father Miles was unwrapping gifts with another mother and daughter. He sneered, ""Your mom's little drama again."" Her brother Joel cursed and hung up, returning to his game. No one believed her. No one came. In the snowy night, a golden light descended. ""Sia, do you want to save your mother?"" The price: leave this world for three years to accompany a father and daughter in another world who need love. This world would record her as dead. The child signed without hesitation. She asked only to say goodbye first. But the farewell became torture—a framed theft, a mastiff, an icy pool, and her own father passing her over to save the vicious ""little sister."" Feverish, Sia sat on an empty swing and waited. The countdown ended. The girl vanished. Then came the truth: the car crash, deleted footage, the mistress's murder plot, the kidney her wife had secretly donated. Miles pieced it all together and confirmed he had helped kill his own daughter. He lost everything. Three years later, he saw his dead wife and daughter smiling beside another man—celebrated philanthropist Grant Sterling. He charged into the crowd, screaming, only to meet laughter and his daughter's averted eyes. So ""Daddy"" never belonged to blood after all. Can belated regret earn one forgiveness? As Sia looks back at the kneeling, weeping man through the car window, should she forgive him? Her mother said only one thing: Look back, and you will know.