Richard Madden Daughter Novels & Stories

Before I could answer, Mom bustled up behind me—wiping her hands again, beaming like she’d won the lottery. “Richard! Right on time. Come in, come in.” She ushered him inside—hand on his elbow—then turned to me with that matchmaker gleam in her eye. “Rae, this is Richard. Richard, my daughter Rae. She’s single, you know—beautiful, smart, studying psychology. Richard’s a financial consultant. Very successful. And single too.” Richard extended his hand—fingers manicured, grip too firm, too long. “Pleasure to meet you, Rae. Your mom’s told me so much about you.”

She started her introduction about me, talking about my political career before going to the most common subject and scandal about me. "You have a daughter now, a congratutalion is in order now" she says. "Yes we have Madlyn now, she's a year and half human baby" I say at the mention of her name, Mady do grabby hands toward me, she's still sniffling even with both her daddy and papa trying to calm her down.

But Richard's letters mentioned trying to adopt me after she died which meant he'd believed I was his daughter even if the timeline was unclear. I searched for Elena Rose's obituary and found the brief notice from Alabama in 1999. "Survived by daughter Lily Rose, age 8," it said, and nothing else, because we'd had no money for elaborate death notices. Richard had found this obituary based on his letters and that's when he'd learned he had a daughter in foster care. A daughter he'd tried to adopt but been blocked by his family who'd threatened to destroy him for claiming me.

“ Sorry Uhmmm… Actually my goddaughter is so going to be in London , why don’t they hang out with each other and maybe link up also in London , She’s really shy and I’m afraid she won’t make friends and I trust that Maddie will be good to her “ Madam Katie smiled and the prime Minister nodded . “ Maddie could use a friend… She has been a lot since she came back from her mother’s family house in the countryside” “ We will be having a little lunch to discuss her trip, You can come with Maddie …”

He always knew more about the celebrities and their families than I did. "I don't know, but I'm hoping he's someone I can set you up with." "I wish you would stop playing cupid," I replied, rolling my eyes playfully. "Ms. Mendes, Mr. Richmond," Mrs. Haynes called, drawing my attention to her side where an older version of the boy from the television stood, an unmistakable smirk on his face. "This is my youngest son, Richard," she continued, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease as his piercing gaze locked onto mine, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

Emma, Diana's daughter screamed. “What's going on here?” I asked with a smile. “Mommy, I'm a celebrity. Look!” Madison shrieked rushing into the living room. I followed her into the living room to see what they were so happy about and Madison was on TV. “Now six year old Madison Adler, daughter of the young and rising designer Cassandra Adler has recently received a little over eighteen million likes, over an old photo her mother recently shared on her I*******m page.” “Oh these people can be so nosy” Lola stated.

My smile widens at his words. "Stop stalling, Amelia. Throw out what's repressing you from the inside out at once." She crosses her arms, making her breasts stand out more, and I drop my gauze, wondering what color her pout is. Damn, focus! She is the daughter of the enemy. It must be a card out of the deck. She is his ex-wife's younger sister and last but not least, she is eighteen years old. "What happened?" I resolve to cut to the chase and avert my eyes from temptation. His face turns into a disgusted frown, but he's still looking at me.

I no longer expected anything from them. All the sincerity I had poured into them… I considered it thrown to the dogs. I wouldn’t pursue it anymore. Because I was dizzy, I underwent a brain CT scan. The results confirmed a mild concussion. Mira stared in disbelief. "Did your mom do this too?" I nodded bitterly. Instantly, outrage exploded across her face. "What kind of mother could be this cruel to her own daughter?!"

"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!"

He walked into the living room carrying a small travel bag. Margaret looked up from the sofa. "Where are you going?" Richard answered calmly. "I'm going to see my daughter." Margaret laughed. "Your daughter?" "You mean the one who forgot this family the moment she married a billionaire?" Richard's eyes hardened. "Emily never forgot us." "You all forgot her." Claire rolled her eyes. "Oh, please." "She's living in a mansion now." "She probably doesn't even remember this place." Richard looked directly at her. "You don't know Emily."