4 Book(s) Related to My daughter

Betrayed by her boyfriend, Genevieve slept with another man to take a revenge. Pregnant after one night stand, she ran away with a baby. Came after five years later only to find the father of her daughter was none other than Mafia King Alonzo. What will happen a morally white woman, Doctor Genevieve finds the truth.
Loving the man but hating his proffession torn her apart. Would Ruthless and Cruel Alonzo Capone change himself to gain the trust of his love and daughter?

When you're a single mom and find out your daughter was switched at birth with an Alpha's pup 6yrs ago.
He takes you to his mansion and throws a document at you to sign.
"No, I won't leave my child... wait, a marriage contract???"

For thirty years, I've been the perfect Mrs. Morrison. Until that night when I heard my son Dylan publicly humiliate Della at the Country Club—the orphan I rescued ten years ago, who's become more of a daughter to me than my own son ever was.
"This is what happens when you adopt stray cats," he said.
When I waited for my husband Theo to defend us, he coldly replied: "Divorce it is, then. I'm tired of settling anyway."
In that moment, Della and I made the same decision: divorce.
The 54-year-old me and 29-year-old her left the Morrison mansion with four suitcases, moving into a lakeside cabin. The men thought we'd come crawling back within days—after all, we were just two women "without financial resources."
But when we started investigating the family finances, we discovered $150,000 in mysterious expenses. All flowing to one woman—Theo's college classmate, Becca Sterling.
Cancer treatment I could understand, but when I overheard what Theo said to her at the hospital... I realized I didn't know the man I'd shared a bed with for thirty years.

I died at seventeen on a Christmas night, bleeding out on cold pavement while my bullies scattered. "If there's a next life, Mom... just go without me this time."

But I woke up back to that day—fifteen years old again, standing in the chaos of FBI cameras and reporters. The day they rescued us from that mountain hell.

In my past life, when the Whitman family found their long-lost daughter Rose, I was just unwanted baggage. The murderer's child. My mother couldn't even look at me without shaking—I was her walking nightmare, a trigger for her trauma.

This time should be exactly the same. I'm ready to walk away, to tell the reporters I'm "just passing by."

But then a hand suddenly grabs my wrist with desperate strength.

I turn around, and it's her—my mother, Rose Whitman. But this time, her eyes aren't empty. They're blazing with something I've never seen before.

"She is my daughter!" she declares to the shocked crowd. "And I'm taking her home!"

Wait... what? Why is everything different this time?