Can I Read The Truth About My Daughter Online For Free?

“I never wanted you or our daughter.” For five years, I pretended to be in a happy marriage with Andrew Morgan. I left my career to be with this billionaire bachelor to raise a family with him. A family that he never wanted. Of course, I should have known that his heart is still with Eleanor Walsh. Why else would he come chasing after her after she abandoned him for years? I was blind with love, and now my daughter and I are paying the price. “I need you here with me now,” I said. “Our daughter is in danger.” “Eleanor and Lottie need me more!” Andrew snapped. I begged. I cried. None of that mattered to Andrew. Even then, I had hope. I had love. But all of that changed when I found myself alone, with my dead daughter in my arms. “You can spend all your time with Eleanor and Lottie,” I spat at him. “We’re going to be divorced soon!” Andrew caught me by the wrist and stopped me. “You’re not going anywhere. Who said I agreed to the divorce?”

Mckenna Henry has lived a simple life. Her mother raised her in upstate New York and always sheltered her from the dangers of the big city. She also sheltered her from the truth about her father. Now, on the cusp of turning 18, Mckenna has tracked him down herself. She doesn't know what she expected to find, but standing on the doorstep of a billionaire, telling him she's his long-lost daughter definitely wasn't it. Hunter Brooks may seem cold and distant, but it's only because he's spent a lifetime guarding himself against everyone who wants to use him for his money. Mckenna doesn't want money. She just wants to see if there's some piece of herself in this man she's never met. And find out why her mother hid the truth for so long... Maybe, if her mother could get over the past, she and Hunter could rekindle their long-lost romance. Maybe Mckenna could find a romance of her own. All she has to do is knock on Hunter's door and tell the truth. "Hello. Nice to meet you. I'm your daughter."

Rumor had spread through the Vittori family that the daughter they had lost years ago had finally been found. The moment I heard, I left the family branch and rushed back to the main estate. My car had barely stopped when a young woman hurried over and grabbed my hand. “So you’re the Vittori family’s adopted daughter,” she said with a smile that looked painfully sincere. “Your dress is so beautiful. It must cost tens of thousands of dollars. You can tell you’ve never really had to worry about anything before. Unlike me. I grew up in places where even finding my next meal was a problem.” For a second, I didn’t understand what she meant. Then her eyes lowered to the only necklace around her neck. “This is the only thing I have from Mother,” she whispered. “Please don’t hate me for wearing it.” The next second, she suddenly grabbed my hand, dragged it up toward her throat, and yanked hard. The necklace snapped. Pearls scattered across the marble floor. “Why would you do that?” she cried, staring at me in shock. “If you hate seeing Mother’s gift on me, I’ll take it off right now. I won’t stay and make things difficult for you. Just please don’t tell Father and Mother. I don’t want them caught in the middle, and I don’t want this family fighting because of me.” She curled into herself on the marble floor, shaking as she cried, while the guests around us immediately turned to stare. I stood there completely stunned. I had imagined a thousand ways I might meet my daughter again. I never imagined she would look me in the eye, mistake me for someone else, and frame me before I had even spoken. Because I was not Valentina. I was her mother.

After spending six months overseas expanding business, I had just closed a deal worth ten billion. Casually scrolling through the news, a headline made me stop dead in my tracks. [Shocking! Illegitimate Daughter Provokes Meyer Family Heiress, Teacher and Classmates Punish Her!] In the video, my daughter Maeve stood in the freezing snow wearing nothing but a tattered dress, her body covered in bruises. She was being forced to endure the cold, her little frame shivering uncontrollably. A female teacher poked at Maeve's head, ordering the entire class to call her a shameless illegitimate child. Maeve sobbed, insisting she wasn't, but all she got in return was crueler, more mocking laughter from everyone around her. Then a chubby little boy ran up and slapped her across the face. "Your mom's a mistress, and you're a filthy illegitimate child! You're both just gutter rats!" The teacher didn't stop him—she clapped her hands in approval. "That's right! The Meyer family heir isn't something just any nobody gets to pretend to be." "Besides, Mrs. Meyer picks up Clarisse every single day. Look at her—so elegant, clearly classy. And your homewrecker of a mother? Pathetic. She's not even in the same league." When I heard that last line, I slammed my laptop shut, shaking with rage. I turned to my assistant. "Book me the fastest private jet home. I want to see for myself exactly when Aaron, that worthless husband of mine, managed to father an illegitimate child."

The day my seven-year-old daughter needed a blood transfusion was the day my perfect life shattered. The child I had loved, protected, and sacrificed everything for... wasn't mine. My husband had known the truth all along. While I believed our daughter had died at birth, Marcus secretly made me raise the child he had with my best friend. They stole seven years of my life, my love, and my motherhood, all while laughing behind my back. So I walked away. I divorced the man who betrayed me, abandoned the life I built for him, and returned to my true identity, the billionaire heiress I had hidden for love. I swore I would never look back. Until I met a little girl with haunting red eyes and fragile lungs... a child who looked exactly like me. Her name was Lily. And the man raising her was the cold, untouchable billionaire, Alexander Cole. He refused to tell me where Lily came from. I refused to walk away. When I discovered Alexander's family was forcing him to find a wife, I made him an offer neither of us expected. A contract marriage. No love. No feelings. Just two broken adults protecting one little girl. But the more time I spent with Lily, the more convinced I became that she was the daughter I had mourned for seven years. Now my cheating ex-husband wants me back after discovering I'm the hidden heiress he threw away. My fake husband is becoming dangerously possessive. And if the truth about Lily ever comes out... Someone will lose everything.

My five-year-old daughter loved telling lies. I had taken her out to a simple school supplies run, but she yelled on the street that I was a human trafficker. Consequently, I nearly got arrested and taken to the police station. When we went home, she cried and threw herself in my husband’s arms to complain about me before I could say anything. “Dad, Mom wouldn’t buy me stationeries. She even hit me on the street!” I offered my husband an explanation. He heard me out, but I did not expect him to angrily slap me when I was finished. “Our daughter is only five. She can’t lie. Can’t you just put up with it?!” When I drove my daughter to school, she got down on her knees in front of me while the other parents were around. “Mom, please let me go to school. I don’t want to take naked photos for those guys.” When the teacher checked my phone, it was full of my daughter’s explicit photos. A mob of angry parents pushed me into the traffic, killing me. I could not figure out why my biological daughter would behave that way, even as I lay dying. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day when I was about to buy stationery for my daughter.