Novel & Cerita Norman Reedus Daughter

The assumption had been simple: Hartley was managing the transition until the board chose a successor. Nobody had called to say the successor had already been chosen. Nobody had called to say it was Nora. “She is still a Vance.” The words came out low enough that the television nearly swallowed them. Vivienne took a slow sip from her glass. “She is your daughter, Edmund.” He looked at the screen again. Nora answered another reporter. Edmund pressed pause. Nora’s face froze on the screen. The library stayed quiet for a long moment. Vivienne stood and crossed toward the bar cart near the windows. She poured herself another drink without asking whether Edmund wanted one.

Blushing, she looked away and cleared her throat. "You know," he continued and she looked up at him. "I've always heard that Chief West had another daughter apart from the other two that the media is very familiar with. She was termed The Reclusive Daughter. You never attended social functions with your family, even the times your father was around. The Media knew there was another girl who was different in looks in the West household but they weren't even sure if you, really were West's daughter or just a relative or even his ward since you were never present with your family on social gatherings."

"It’s the truth, Yvonne. I’ve known for a while now." I stared at him, trying to process what he was saying. Lenore… the quiet girl who worked at Knight Industries… was actually the daughter of one of the most powerful men in the business world? "Why would she be working at Knight Industries if she’s Mr. Reed’s daughter?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I got it! You want to beg me to help you, don't you?" Alpha Raymond said casually. If he were a normal father when he heard that his daughter was in danger, he would surely be worried and anxious, but Alpha Raymond was as calm as if I was not his daughter.

"She's so ungrateful. We gave her shelter, a roof over her head, and everything she ever needed, everything. We treated her as family, despite her being an orphan and coming from nowhere. But she failed us." Norman remained silent, his jaw twitching with restraint. But Mrs Lena wasn't done. She took another deep, dramatic breath and continued. "She killed your son, she cost us a future heir." She paused and shook her head. "I always knew she was capable of nothing, Norman." Norman didn't speak for a long moment. He just stood still with his fists clenched at his sides while watching the baby in the crib. "Where is she?" He finally asked. Mrs Lena looked up at once, surprised at his demand. S

Or simply never claimed because the person it was meant to reach never knew it existed. "I checked it three times," Marcus said quietly. "Before I called you." I looked at the beneficiary field. The name was four letters long. *ISLA REED.* My daughter. Her full name on a trust account opened when she was eight months old, funded, growing in the dark for the entirety of her life without either of us knowing it was there. The office was very quiet. Somewhere outside a phone rang and was answered. The city kept moving, and I sat completely still with my daughter's name on a screen in front of me and felt the ground shift underneath everything I thought I understood about the last sixteen years.

Dad pulled out his phone with shaking hands to call 911, but Mom lunged forward and grabbed it. "Don't! You can't call anyone!" Her voice cracked with tears. "If people find out she's dead, they'll say we abused her! Beau hasn't been born yet... We can't have this on our record!" "She's our daughter!" Dad roared, losing his temper with Mom for the first time ever. "Look at her! She's only seven years old! How can you be so heartless?!" He shoved Mom aside and dialed 911, choking out our address through his sobs.

"So, let's get straight to it. What exactly do you want, Norman?" "It’s remarkably simple, Tyler. Just as I’ve been asking since the day the gate opened," Norman said, his tone shifting into something entirely serious, the casual charm vanishing from his eyes. "I want access to my daughter." I let out a low, bitter chuckle, shaking my head as a cold cynicism wrapped around my ribs. "Your daughter? Since when do you have a daughter, Norman? Last I checked, you had none."

"Miss, we arrived too late, and you've had to suffer. Please punish us." Everyone stood frozen in shock, staring at me as if they had seen a ghost. Miss? The Conrad family's eldest daughter? The legendary heir of the Conrad family—low-key, mysterious, and in control of a vast business empire—was she really this woman standing here, the one Aaron had just called a crazy nanny? Aaron stood rigid, the smile on his face instantly petrifying. He whipped around to point at me, his voice trembling. "You've got the wrong person! That's impossible! How could she be the Conrad family's eldest daughter? You must be mistaken!"