Daddy, We Have Found Mommy

Five years earlier, to get her boyfriend out of a big problem, she agreed to become a surrogate mother for a rich man to get enough money. But last, betrayed by her boyfriend and best friend, and found out she wasn't the true daughter of her parents. Last, Daphne agreed to get married to the ugliest man in Stafford City. * "Don't worry, I'll protect you from now on." The adorable 5-year-old Brian said to Daphne. But why does she feel like she has known these boys for a long time? What will life be like with the ugly dwarf husband in the future?

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Chapter 3

Daphne was busy preparing a plate of Japanese-style omelet rice in the kitchen. After spending more than

15 minutes in the kitchen, dinner was served. Aside from the omelet rice, she also prepared some delicious cheese croquettes. "Brian, dinner is ready!"

Brian glanced at the time. There were still 13 minutes left before 8 o'clock.

He jumped off the sofa and walked towards the kitchen slowly. Then, he sat down in the kitchen.

On the second floor, Damien wiped off the saliva on the corner of his lips. He snorted. "I'm sure the food doesn't taste good, though it does smell nice."

"It's delicious."

Brian praised Daphne the moment he put the food inside his mouth. It was as if he had heard Damien's comments from upstairs.

Daphne smiled, "Really? I can prepare more delicacies for you in the future."

Something struck her mind as she asked, "Brian, why are you here so late at night? Where are your parents?"

"Are you Mr. Russell guest?"

Based on the rumors flying around, she was sure that Mr. Russell didn't have children of his own.

Brian frowned and nodded, "Yes, sort of."

"Just as I expected."

Daphne nodded. "Even though he doesn't have good looks, I'm sure he has a kind heart."

Well, considering that Mr. Russell had a child playing around in his house, Daphne felt that he wasn't as crazy as she thought he would be.

"He's not ugly."

Brian took a mouthful of rice and reminded her again in a low voice.

On the second floor, Sebastian squinted his eyes at Damien, who was drooling profusely. It seemed like he was comparing the differences between his two children.

Brian was trying his best to protect Sebastian's reputation. On the other hand, Damien was trying to make the whole world think that his father was an ugly monster.

Damien pouted as he said unhappily, "I don't want a stranger to be my mother."

Sebastian frowned slightly as he turned to leave.

As Brian finished his meal downstairs, it was already 8:10 at night.

He did enjoy his meal to the fullest.

Brian used a small plate to put the remaining cheese croquettes on it, preparing to take them upstairs.

"You should rest early."

When he reached the final flight of stairs, he turned around and looked at Daphne, who was standing rooted to the ground. "Don't worry."

"I will protect you from now on."

Although Brian was a young child with a small figure, he exuded a charismatic aura. He didn't sound or look like a typical 5-year-old at all.

Daphne was stunned for a moment.

When she looked at his small figure from behind, she felt really amused.

Even though she still couldn't get used to her new environment, she wasn't desperate enough to rely on a young child like Brian.

Daphne turned to the kitchen and started cleaning up. Once she was done, she couldn't bring herself to sleep in the terrifying bedroom again.

Finally, she laid on the couch, using her jacket to cover up herself.

In the children's room.

Brian put the plate of delicious cheese croquettes at Damien's bedside.

Damien turned his back and faced the wall. "I won't eat it."

"Oh, okay."

Then, Brian took the plate and put it at the desk beside his own bed.

Damien was speechless.

He muttered unhappily, "Didn't you promise to drive those women away with me? You told me you didn't want a stepmother!"

"How dare you betray my trust! You traitor!"

Brian sat on his bed and glanced at Damien's back. "She's really good at cooking."

"I don't care! She's not our mother!"

Damien scrapped the wallpaper with his fingers unhappily. "I only want my real mother."

On the opposite bed, Brian sighed. He looked at the ceiling and said softly, "But she's dead."

Brian was a lot more mature than Damien. He knew that their mother was never coming back home.

Their father shouldn't be single for the rest of his life either.

That woman downstairs was not a bad candidate.

"She is not dead," Damien muttered.

Damien clenched his fists and shouted, "Mummy is definitely still alive! She's waiting for us to find her!"

Brian closed his eyes and ignored him.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere of the children's room quiet down, with the tantalizing scent of the cheese croquettes wafting in the air.

In the end, Damien climbed down his bed and tiptoed to Brian bedside. Then, he grabbed the plate and munched on the croquettes.

His eyes lit up with joy when the food entered his mouth.

It was really delicious!

It was 10 times better than the food cooked by the maids at home!

"Take the plate downstairs."

When Damien was munching on the second piece, a childish voice echoed from Brian's bed, "Also, I won't allow you to pull pranks on her anymore."

"I like her, so she's under my protection now."

Damien was speechless again.

The corners of his lips turned down. "Brian, you are acting very weird today."

In the past, Brian was indifferent to most of Damien's pranks. But now, why was he trying to protect that woman?

Was it really because she was good at cooking?

While Damien was preoccupied with his thoughts, he took another bite.

It was really delicious.

After he finished the croquettes, Damien took the plate downstairs.

While he was walking down the stairs, he could spot Daphne sleeping on the sofa at one glance.

Curling up into a ball, she was still shivering from head to toe.

Damien walked towards her and stared at her face.

"She's a pretty woman, and she's good at cooking too," Damien thought.

"If only she's my biological mother..."

While Daphne was sleeping, she could feel someone staring at her.

Instantly, she woke up and saw the child from before standing in front of her.

With a plate in his hand, he was staring straight at her face.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and asked, "Are you... still hungry?"

"Why is he looking at me with an empty plate?" Daphne thought.

Damien pursed his lips. He knew that she must've mistaken him as Brian. However, he still nodded and replied, "Yes."

He wasn't lying, he was still hungry.

Looking at the child's adorable appearance, Daphne's heart melted. She pinched his cheeks and said, "I'll go and make something for you to eat."

Once she finished speaking, she went into the kitchen as she pondered, "Didn't he say that he can't eat anything after 8 p.m.?"

Besides, she did cook a large portion for Brian just now.

Feeling confused, Daphne went into the kitchen and prepared a simple meal for Damien.

The child devoured everything.

Daphne was stunned beyond words.

"Oh wow, this child... he has a really big appetite!" Daphne thought to herself.

She felt shocked when Damien handed over the plate to her as he requested for more.

When he finished eating, Daphne couldn't help but ask, "Brian, you... you're really hungry, huh?"

Damien froze. Then, he giggled, "Yeah, I eat a lot."

He reached out and showed her two of his fingers. "From now on, you should keep making good food for me. Double the portion, okay?"

Damien remembered that Brian might leave the leftovers he didn't like to him. So, he emphasized his point again, "I want you to double the portion, and the food must be exactly the same, okay?"

Daphne was a bit stunned. But still, she nodded and smiled while cleaning the dishes. "You are a growing child. It's natural for you to eat more."

Daphne took out a box of biscuits and gave it to Damien. "This is for you." It was actually meant as a gift for Mr. Russell.

After that, she smiled and touched the child's head. "You should eat well and grow up healthily, okay?"

Damien blushed as he ran upstairs with the box of biscuits.

Daphne heaved in a deep breath. When Damien was out of sight, she went to the sofa and continued sleeping.

Upstairs.

On the table, an expensive phone vibrated, which indicated unread messages.

Sebastian picked up the phone and clicked on it.

The messages were as follows. Brian: Approved.

On the other hand, Damien sent a voice message to his father. While munching on a box of biscuits, he said, "For now, I'll give her my approval. I still don't like her though."

"But she's so good at cooking. I'll compromise, just so I can enjoy good food every day."

Sebastian put down his mobile phone and gave an order. "Please arrange tomorrow's schedule for me. We will be registering for marriage tomorrow.

Continue to next part

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Action Mafia Modern

9.0

From Broken to Queen: The Rejected Luna's Rise

9.0

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Mafia Romance Werewolf

7.5

Reborn, I Ruined Their Perfect Life

7.5

I spent five years laundering my family's wealth and buying military-grade weapons to crown my husband, Alistair, the Don of the Chicago Mafia. But the night before his coronation, he drove an Italian stiletto into my stomach. He sneered that a Don needed a true Mafia Queen, and that was always meant to be his "fragile" friend, Kylie. As I bled out on the Persian rug, he revealed the sickening truth. The night I was found in a rival Irish boss's bed two years ago wasn't a setup by our enemies. Alistair had ordered his own mother and sister to drug and frame me. He just needed me terrified enough to sign over my merchant trust fund to prove my loyalty. My entire marriage, my sacrifices, and my stolen wealth were just stepping stones for him and his mistress. I had bled for him and won him the city, only to be slaughtered like a sacrificial lamb so he could hand my empire to another woman. Before the flames I started consumed us both, I swore I'd drag his entire family to hell. Opening my eyes again, the suffocating smoke was gone, replaced by the scent of lavender and the bitter taste of chloral hydrate. I was back on the exact night of the frame-up two years ago. Outside the door, my sister-in-law was whispering, waiting for the Irish boss to arrive so they could ruin me. This time, I was going to make sure she was the one in that bed.

Fantasy Mafia Modern

9.1

RUINED BY THE MAFIA CEO

9.1

Elara’s life shatters when she becomes the target of a ruthless mafia kingpin. Bound by a debt she didn't create, she is forced into the cold, opulent world of a billionaire who views her as a mere possession. As his obsession grows, Elara must navigate a dangerous game of power and betrayal. Caught between her desire for freedom and an undeniable, dark attraction, she faces a man determined to ruin her life or claim her soul forever.

Billionaire Mafia Romance

7.6

The Disguised Heiress And The Mafia Don

7.6

I was the Harrington family's only son, forced to play a deadly game of shadows in the brutal underworld of Chicago. After a meeting with the Falcones left me poisoned and broken, my car was run off the road in a calculated hit. I crawled from the wreckage, bloodied and desperate, only to find Damien Cobb, the city's untouchable Don, looming over me with a gun pressed to my temple. He didn't see a victim; he saw a pawn to be crushed. My jacket was ripped, my secret bindings nearly exposed, and my life hung by a thread. I managed to talk my way out of the execution, but the humiliation was absolute. When I returned home, the nightmare followed, haunting my sleep with the cold steel of a blade against my throat. The world saw Alessandro Harrington, a man, but the truth was a fragile secret I guarded with my life. I was surrounded by predators who smelled my fear and mistook my silence for weakness. Why was I the target of their cruelty, and how could I keep my family safe when my very existence was a lie waiting to be unraveled? Enough was enough. I wouldn't be the prey anymore. I stood in the mirror, adjusting my shirt, and made a choice: I would stop hiding and start hunting. The dockworkers' strike was my opening, and I would use it to bring the untouchable Don to his knees.

Billionaire Mafia Modern

8.8

《The Mafia King's Scarred Substitute Bride》

8.8

My adoptive family, the Castillos, treated their biological children like royalty, but used me as a disposable pawn. To secure a mafia alliance, they forced me to take my beautiful sister's place and marry Don Damien Moretti, a man rumored to be a ruthless, bloodthirsty monster. They thought they were sending me to my execution. At our engagement banquet, my mother and sister deliberately gifted me a cheap, counterfeit gown to humiliate me in front of New York's elite. When I publicly exposed their lie, my father demanded I apologize. My mother even raised her hand to slap me in front of everyone. "You are a vicious curse! You ruin everything!" They eagerly waited for the Don to execute me on the spot for embarrassing them. I had spent years secretly saving their company from bankruptcy and supplying the underground experimental drugs that kept my brother's mafia career alive. Yet, they threw me to the wolves without a second thought, disgusted by my very existence. But they didn't know that just an hour before the banquet, I had saved a bleeding, masked stranger in a dark alley—who turned out to be Damien Moretti himself. Instead of punishing me, the Don stepped in front of me, ordered his men to shatter my mother's wrist, and stripped the Castillos of his protection entirely. Watching my brother tremble as I permanently cut off his life-saving medication, I gladly accepted the mafia king's limitless black card. It was time to watch the Castillo family burn.

Mafia Modern Romance

Daddy, We Have Found Mommy

Chapter 3

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