The Other Daughter

Mass Market Paperback | July 6, 1999

byLisa Gardner

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Twenty years ago, Melanie Stokes was abandoned in a Boston hospital, then adopted by a wealthy young couple. Gifted with loving parents, a doting brother, and an indulgent uncle, Melanie has always considered herself lucky. Until the first cryptic, threatening note arrives: “You Get What You Deserve.”

Melanie has no memory of her life before the adoption. Now someone wants her to remember it all—even the darkest nightmare the Stokes family ever faced: the murder of their first daughter. As Melanie pursues every lead and chases every shadow in search of her real identity, two seemingly unrelated events from her past will come together in a dangerous explosion of truth.

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Twenty years ago, Melanie Stokes was abandoned in a Boston hospital, then adopted by a wealthy young couple. Gifted with loving parents, a doting brother, and an indulgent uncle, Melanie has always considered herself lucky. Until the first cryptic, threatening note arrives: “You Get What You Deserve.”Melanie has no memory of her life before the adoption. Now someone wants her to remember it all—ev...

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What you don't know can kill you. In Texas a serial killer is executed, taking to his grave the identity of his only child. In Boston a nine-year-old girl is abandoned in a hospital, then adopted by a wealthy young couple. Twenty years later, Melanie Stokes still considers herself lucky. Until... Until the terrifying visions begin. Until a has-been reporter starts investigating her past. Until the...

Lisa Gardner is the New York Times bestselling author of thirteen novels. Her Detective D. D. Warren novels include Live to Tell, Hide, Alone, and The Neighbor, winner of the International Thriller Writers’ Award. Her FBI Profiler novels include Say Goodbye, Gone, The Killing Hour, The Next Accident, and The Third Victim. She lives with her family in New England.

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Format:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:448 pages, 6.9 × 4.2 × 1.2 inPublished:July 6, 1999Language:English

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from The other daughter Great book. Would recommend to anyone. I could not determine the outcome definitely til the end. Love it that way. Will there be more books about David Riggs and Melanie as a team? She is smart enough to become FBI.
Date published: 2015-02-19
Rated 4 out of 5 by from The Other Daughter Couldn't put it down ! It kept me guessing right to the end!!!
Date published: 2014-09-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Other Daughter One of the best suspense thrillers I have read
Date published: 2014-09-18
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The other daughter Gripping, exciting nail biter. Lisa Gardner holds you in suspense right to the end.
Date published: 2014-09-15
Rated 3 out of 5 by from The Other Daughter Another great page turner. Kept you guessing all the way to the end. Way To Go LISA
Date published: 2014-09-13
Rated 4 out of 5 by from The Other Daughter Another great page turner. Kept you guessing all the way to the end. Way To Go LISA
Date published: 2014-09-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Other Daughter Another great page turner. Kept you guessing all the way to the end. Way To Go LISA
Date published: 2014-09-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Other Daughter I love Lisa Gardner books and this book did not disappoint. Great read I could not put it down until I was finished...made for a late night and tired day at work the next day but well worth it. Keep up the good work.
Date published: 2014-06-03
Rated 4 out of 5 by from The Other Daughter Good book it kept me turning the pages until late into the night! It is a really big thrill! I was up so many nights really late reading this book. My favorite part really as the beginning that's when you get pulled into the story.
Date published: 2014-05-31
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Other Daughter Excellent story, gets you interested and keeps you hooked till the end. The characters are pretty relatable. This is a story that could have been based on real life, due to the power that many feel the wealthy have over the lower class.
Date published: 2014-04-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Other Daughter Great read. Grabs your attention right from the get go. Hard to put it down. Lisa Gardner is one of the best suspense authors out there. If you like Lisa Jackson and Karen Rose you will love her novels.
Date published: 2014-04-19
Rated 4 out of 5 by from The other daughter Good read. Very creepy, lots of twists and a good ending. Really liked how it kept moving throughout!
Date published: 2014-03-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The other daughter I love mystery and suspense books and Lisa Gardner is one of my favourite writers. Just like all her other books, this one was hard to put down.
Date published: 2014-03-05
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The other daughter I have read all of Lisa 's books. She is a very talented storyteller. I like the suspense with her romance.
Date published: 2014-03-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Other Daughter I really enjoyed the storyline, quite a few different twists to this book and kept me hooked to the very end. Great read.
Date published: 2014-02-16
Rated 3 out of 5 by from The Other Daughter I liked this book. Lots of twists and turn I didnt see coming and some that I did. Ok overall but not the stay up all night page turner I was looking for.
Date published: 2014-02-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Other Daughter This book left me always wanting more. Hard tonput down and it had twists that I couldnt figure out until I read it. Great read
Date published: 2014-02-01
Rated 4 out of 5 by from The Other Daughter Great book, Great Author. She keeps you guessing right to the end including murder, mystery romance and suspense
Date published: 2014-01-26
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The Other Daughter This was the first Lisa Gardner book I read and now I am hooked. If you like a good thriller you will love it.
Date published: 2014-01-22
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Disappointed I liked this the whole way into turned but I just cannot buy in to the ending. Dissointedppointrd
Date published: 2013-11-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great book Another great read by Lisa Gardner. You will not be disappointed. Have read all her work and would give her 5 stars for everyone one of her books. Mystery, suspense and action all here in this book.
Date published: 2008-07-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome book I first read Gone and absolutely loved it so now I have been trying to get all of Lisa Gardner's older books. I picked up this book and finished it in a day and a half it was so good. The story keeps you guessing until the very end and adds the right amount of romance to make it a great read.
Date published: 2008-01-27
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Excellent! Couldn't put this one down. Will keep you guessing until the end. Highly recommended if you like mysteries.
Date published: 2006-02-02
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Interesting!!! I bought the book because I was out one evening and had nothing to do. I started to read and couldn't put it down. I had to go and buy the next book.
Date published: 2001-02-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from The other daughter Excellent! I can usually figure out what is going on half way or earlier while reading the book. Not this time. Until a certain part in the book way near the end, I had no idea what to think. I will now get her other book, The Perfect Husband. Im sure it will be as great as this was.
Date published: 1999-08-28

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Twenty years laterShe was late, she was late, oh, God, she was so late!Melanie Stokes came bounding up the stairs, then made the hard left turn down the hall, her long blond hair whipping around her face. Twenty minutes and counting. She hadn't even thought about what she was going to wear. Damn.She tore into her room with her sweatshirt half pulled over her head. A strategic kick sent the heavy mahogany door slamming shut behind her as she shed the first layer of clothes. She toed off her tennis shoes and sent them sailing beneath the pine bureau that swallowed nearly a quarter of her bedroom. A lot of things came to rest beneath the battered dresser. One of these days she meant to clean it out. But not tonight.Melanie hastily shimmied out of her ripped-up jeans, tossed her T-shirt onto the sleigh bed, and hurried to the closet. The wide plank floorboards felt cool against her toes, making her do a little cha-cha-cha along the way."Come on," she muttered, ripping back the silk curtain. "Ten years of compulsive shopping crammed into one five-by-five space. How hard can it be to locate a cocktail dress?"To judge by the mess, pretty hard. Melanie grimaced, then waded in fatalistically. Somewhere in there were a few decent dresses.At the age of twenty-nine, Melanie Stokes was petite, capable, and a born diplomat. She'd been abandoned as a child at City General Hospital with no memory of where she came from, but that had been a long time ago and she didn't think of those days much. She had an adoptive father whom she respected, an adoptive mother whom she loved, an older brother whom she worshiped, and an indulgent godfather whom she adored. Until recently she had considered her family to be very close. They were not just another rich family, they were a tight-knit family. She kept telling herself they would be like that again soon.Melanie had graduated from Wellesley six years earlier with her family serving as an enthusiastic cheering section. She'd returned home right afterward to help her mother through one of her "spells," and somehow it had seemed easiest for everyone if she stayed. Now she was a professional event organizer. Mostly she did charity functions. Huge black-tie affairs that made the social elite feel social and elite while simultaneously milking them for significant sums of money. Lots of details, lots of planning, lots of work. Melanie always pulled them off. Seamless, social columnists liked to rave about the events, relaxed yet elegant. Not to mention profitable.Then there were the nights like tonight. Tonight was the seventh annual Donate-A-Classic for Literacy reception, held right there in her parents' house, and, apparently, cursed.The caterer hadn't been able to get enough ice. The parking valets had called in sick, the Boston Globe had printed the wrong time, and Senator Kennedy was home with a stomach virus, taking with him half the press corps. Thirty minutes ago Melanie had gotten so frustrated, tears had stung her eyes. Completely unlike her.But then, she was agitated tonight for reasons that had nothing to do with the reception. She was agitated, and being Melanie, she was dealing with it by keeping busy.Melanie was very good at keeping busy. Almost as good as her father.Fifteen minutes and counting. Damn. Melanie found her favorite gold-fringed flapper's dress. Encouraged, she began digging for gold pumps.During the first few months of Melanie's adoption, the Stokeses had been so excited about their new daughter, they'd lavished her with every gift they could imagine. The second floor master bedroom suite, complete with rose silk wall hangings and a gold-trimmed bathroom, where she needed a stool just to catch her reflection in the genuine Louis IV mirror, was hers. The closet was the size of a small apartment, and it had been filled with every dress, hat, and, yes, gloves ever made by Laura Ashley. All that in addition to two parents, one brother, and one godfather who were shadowing every move she made, handing her food before she could think to hunger, bringing her games before she could think to be bored, and offering her blankets before she could think to shiver.It had been a little weird.Melanie had gone along at first. She'd been eager to please, wanting to be happy as badly as they wanted to make her happy. It seemed to her that if people as golden and beautiful and rich as the Stokeses were willing to give her a home and have her as a daughter, she could darn well learn to be their daughter. So she'd dressed each morning in flounces of lace and patiently let her new mom cajole her straight hair into sausage curls. She'd listened gravely to her new father's dramatic stories of snatching cardiac patients from the clutches of death and her godfather's tales of faraway places where men wore skirts and women grew hair in their armpits. She spent long afternoons sitting quietly with her new brother, memorizing his tight features and troubled eyes while he swore to her again and again that he would be the perfect older brother for her, he would.Everything was perfect. Too perfect. Melanie stopped being able to sleep at night. Instead, she would find herself tiptoeing downstairs at two a.m. to stand in front of a painting of another golden little girl. Four-year-old Meagan Stokes, who wore flounces of lace and sausage-curled hair. Four-year-old Meagan Stokes, who'd been the Stokeses' first daughter before some monster had kidnapped her and cut off her head. Four-year-old Meagan Stokes, the real daughter the Stokeses had loved and adored long before Melanie arrived.Harper would come home from emergency surgeries and carry her back to bed. Brian grew adept at hearing the sound of her footsteps and would patiently lead her back to her bedroom. But still she'd come back down, obsessed by the painting of that gorgeous little girl whom even a nine-year-old girl could realize she was meant to replace.Jamie O'Donnell finally intervened. Oh, for God's sake, he declared. Melanie was Melanie. A flesh-and-blood girl, not a porcelain doll to be used for dress-up games. Let her pick her own clothes and her own room and her own style before the therapy bills grew out of control.That piece of advice probably saved them all. Melanie left the master bedroom suite for a sunny third-story bedroom across from Brian's room. Melanie liked the bay windows and low, slanted ceilings, and the fact that the room could never be mistaken for, say, a hospital room.And she discovered, during a clothing drive at school, that she liked hand-me-downs best. They were so soft and comfortable, and if you did spill or rip something, no one would notice. She became Goodwill's best customer for years. Then came the trips to garage sales for furniture. She liked things banged up, scarred. Things that came with a past, she realized when she was older. Things that came with the history she didn't have.Her godfather was amused by her taste, her father aghast, but her new family remained supportive. They kept loving her. They grew whole.She was late, she was late, oh, God, she was so late!Melanie Stokes came bounding up the stairs, then made the hard left turn down the hall, her long blond hair whipping around her face. Twenty minutes and counting. She hadn't even thought about what she was going to wear. Damn.She tore into her room with her sweatshirt half pulled over her head. A strategic kick sent the heavy mahogany door slamming shut behind her as she shed the first layer of clothes. She toed off her tennis shoes and sent them sailing beneath the pine bureau that swallowed nearly a quarter of her bedroom. A lot of things came to rest beneath the battered dresser. One of these days she meant to clean it out. But not tonight.Melanie hastily shimmied out of her ripped-up jeans, tossed her T-shirt onto the sleigh bed, and hurried to the closet. The wide plank floorboards felt cool against her toes, making her do a little cha-cha-cha along the way."Come on," she muttered, ripping back the silk curtain. "Ten years of compulsive shopping crammed into one five-by-five space. How hard can it be to locate a cocktail dress?"To judge by the mess, pretty hard. Melanie grimaced, then waded in fatalistically. Somewhere in there were a few decent dresses.At the age of twenty-nine, Melanie Stokes was petite, capable, and a born diplomat. She'd been abandoned as a child at City General Hospital with no memory of where she came from, but that had been a long time ago and she didn't think of those days much. She had an adoptive father whom she respected, an adoptive mother whom she loved, an older brother whom she worshiped, and an indulgent godfather whom she adored. Until recently she had considered her family to be very close. They were not just another rich family, they were a tight-knit family. She kept telling herself they would be like that again soon.Melanie had graduated from Wellesley six years earlier with her family serving as an enthusiastic cheering section. She'd returned home right afterward to help her mother through one of her "spells," and somehow it had seemed easiest for everyone if she stayed. Now she was a professional event organizer. Mostly she did charity functions. Huge black-tie affairs that made the social elite feel social and elite while simultaneously milking them for significant sums of money. Lots of details, lots of planning, lots of work. Melanie always pulled them off. Seamless, social columnists liked to rave about the events, relaxed yet elegant. Not to mention profitable.Then there were the nights like tonight. Tonight was the seventh annual Donate-A-Classic for Literacy reception, held right there in her parents' house, and, apparently, cursed.The caterer hadn't been able to get enough ice. The parking valets had called in sick, the Boston Globe had printed the wrong time, and Senator Kennedy was home with a stomach virus, taking with him half the press corps. Thirty minutes ago Melanie had gotten so frustrated, tears had stung her eyes. Completely unlike her.But then, she was agitated tonight for reasons that had nothing to do with the reception. She was agitated, and being Melanie, she was dealing with it by keeping busy.Melanie was very good at keeping busy. Almost as good as her father.Fifteen minutes and counting. Damn. Melanie found her favorite gold-fringed flapper's dress. Encouraged, she began digging for gold pumps.During the first few months of Melanie's adoption, the Stokeses had been so excited about their new daughter, they'd lavished her with every gift they could imagine. The second floor master bedroom suite, complete with rose silk wall hangings and a gold-trimmed bathroom, where she needed a stool just to catch her reflection in the genuine Louis IV mirror, was hers. The closet was the size of a small apartment, and it had been filled with every dress, hat, and, yes, gloves ever made by Laura Ashley. All that in addition to two parents, one brother, and one godfather who were shadowing every move she made, handing her food before she could think to hunger, bringing her games before she could think to be bored, and offering her blankets before she could think to shiver.It had been a little weird.Melanie had gone along at first. She'd been eager to please, wanting to be happy as badly as they wanted to make her happy. It seemed to her that if people as golden and beautiful and rich as the Stokeses were willing to give her a home and have her as a daughter, she could darn well learn to be their daughter. So she'd dressed each morning in flounces of lace and patiently let her new mom cajole her straight hair into sausage curls. She'd listened gravely to her new father's dramatic stories of snatching cardiac patients from the clutches of death and her godfather's tales of faraway places where men wore skirts and women grew hair in their armpits. She spent long afternoons sitting quietly with her new brother, memorizing his tight features and troubled eyes while he swore to her again and again that he would be the perfect older brother for her, he would.Everything was perfect. Too perfect. Melanie stopped being able to sleep at night. Instead, she would find herself tiptoeing downstairs at two a.m. to stand in front of a painting of another golden little girl. Four-year-old Meagan Stokes, who wore flounces of lace and sausage-curled hair. Four-year-old Meagan Stokes, who'd been the Stokeses' first daughter before some monster had kidnapped her and cut off her head. Four-year-old Meagan Stokes, the real daughter the Stokeses had loved and adored long before Melanie arrived.Harper would come home from emergency surgeries and carry her back to bed. Brian grew adept at hearing the sound of her footsteps and would patiently lead her back to her bedroom. But still she'd come back down, obsessed by the painting of that gorgeous little girl whom even a nine-year-old girl could realize she was meant to replace.Jamie O'Donnell finally intervened. Oh, for God's sake, he declared. Melanie was Melanie. A flesh-and-blood girl, not a porcelain doll to be used for dress-up games. Let her pick her own clothes and her own room and her own style before the therapy bills grew out of control.That piece of advice probably saved them all. Melanie left the master bedroom suite for a sunny third-story bedroom across from Brian's room. Melanie liked the bay windows and low, slanted ceilings, and the fact that the room could never be mistaken for, say, a hospital room.And she discovered, during a clothing drive at school, that she liked hand-me-downs best. They were so soft and comfortable, and if you did spill or rip something, no one would notice. She became Goodwill's best customer for years. Then came the trips to garage sales for furniture. She liked things banged up, scarred. Things that came with a past, she realized when she was older. Things that came with the history she didn't have.Her godfather was amused by her taste, her father aghast, but her new family remained supportive. They kept loving her. They grew whole.