A daughter's vengeance
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In a world where women are nothing more than property, I refuse to be owned.
When my father, a man who abandoned us without remorse, suddenly reappears, begging for forgiveness, my family and I are dragged back into his life. But it doesn't take long to see through his lies-he never wanted a family, only pawns to serve his ambitions.
Where I live, a woman's worth is measured by her beauty, obedience, and purity. She exists to be sold, married, and discarded at a man's whim. But I am not like the others. I will not bow. I will not be used.
He thinks he can control me, that I will follow the rules of this cruel society.
But he has no idea who he's dealing with.
This is not a story of submission. This is a story of vengeance.
N.B : gize this is not a pick me book 😭🙏 she's just like everybody else just a bit of a tomboy who fights for women's rights , I'm this also rewriting.
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