Richard Madden Daughter Novels & Stories

It drove away. My blood turned to ice. The screen split. On one side was the video, now frozen on a close-up of Leo opening the car door for me. On the other side was a smiling photo of me from my company website. The reporter’s voice was serious. "The man in the video has been identified as Leo Grant. Sources confirm he is the ex-boyfriend of James’s daughter, Maya. The video was taken on the night of James’s fiftieth birthday party, just over a week ago. We have reached out to Ellie James and her company for comment on the nature of their relationship, but have not yet heard back."

The internal family meeting was held a week later. Every member of the family was there. Dozens of men dressed in black suits sat throughout the hall, and the atmosphere felt as heavy as a funeral. Mamma held my hand as we sat beside the head seat. Father stood at the front, his voice rough and hoarse. “I called everyone here today to clarify something.” Bianca sat in the corner, her hands clenched so tightly that they had turned pale. “Alessia Vitale,” Father paused for a moment, “is the biological daughter of Isabella and me.”

After hanging up the phone, Hannah poured another cup of hot water and carried it upstairs. Originally, she was planning to take a shower, but she felt annoyed at the thought of Madelynn. Hannah picked up her phone again and posted in the group, "Do you guys know Madelynn? She is Donald's daughter from Rhodes Group." Mona hadn't slept yet when she received Hannah's message. She immediately replied, "I have seen her twice at a friend's gathering. She is a female doctor who has returned from abroad. Why do you suddenly ask about this person?"

Her eyes widened when she noticed me. I had no idea Katherine was his daughter. "You two have already met?" He asked, his eyebrows were raised curiously. "Um yes sir, yes we have," I chuckled nervously. "Oh," Dr Richard said suddenly. "So you're the-" "Ah-hem!" Katherine cut in. "I'll just come back in a little while..." She started to turn towards the door before her dad spoke. "Oh never mind dear, Michael and I were just through anyway. Why don't you see him out while I prepare for my next appointment?" He suggested with a smile.

Damian sat across from me in the studio, hands loosely clasped between his knees, and for the first time since I’d met him, he looked genuinely uncertain about how to begin. “Marianne wasn’t just a girl I loved at nineteen,” he said finally. “She’s Richard’s daughter.” The words landed strange, disconnected from meaning for a full second before the weight of them crashed into me. “What?”

"Spit it out instead of hemming and hawing." Carter said slowly, "Recently, I've caught wind of a rumor… about Richard—your dad. That he has an illegitimate daughter. Many believe it's you. After your concert, Wendy confirmed it in a reply to a fan online—she admitted you're Jenna from Bell University." The truth of Sharon's connection to Richard wasn't exactly a secret anymore. At least among the Malcolm family, Westin family, Blakely family, and other major families, everyone already knew.

"Not your blood. Not your life. Just your ears." I swallowed. My throat was dry. "Are you with Richard?" She paused, then let out a soft laugh. "Not exactly." I stayed quiet. "I’m his daughter," she said finally. "Biologically, unfortunately." I blinked again. "That’s not possible. Richard doesn’t have kids." "That’s what he wanted the world to think," she muttered. "But I’m very real. And he trained me to take his place." "Then why am I here?" I asked.

Madeleine replied, standing beside Richard. "I'm sure she hasn't slept much in these days," Richard finished the sentence. "I'll go let her know it's dinner time. In the meantime, let her sleep." But a scream from upstairs put everyone on edge. All eyes widened in surprise. Alice got up from the couch, still holding her granddaughter, and looked toward the staircase. Richard rushed to the stairs and climbed them. The only person on that floor was his younger daughter. When he opened the door to her room, his heart broke as he saw his daughter sobbing inconsolably, sitting on the bed with her hands covering her face.

“Took her. Hit me with something. He—” “Who took her? What are you talking about?” Richard had Deadmond by the upper arm and by one lapel, shook him. The brass key flopped out on its cord. “Who did? Where is she, George?” The old man sobbed. “She’s gone.” Richard jerked him halfway up, glaring into his face as Blondie whined and began to bark again. “Damn you, where is my daughter?” he said. “Who took her? What happened?”

“The shopkeeper said that Mrs.Madden was there to ask if they saw a girl with a necklace.” “As expected.” Sydney pursed her lips. Mrs. Madden did not find Clarice Madden and was here to try her luck. “President Raines, are you playing a riddle with me?” Sharon was dying of curiosity. Sydney laughed. “It’s nothing. Mrs. Madden is looking for her eldest daughter.” “Eldest daughter?” Sharon was stunned. “She has another daughter?” “Yes. Her eldest daughter is Clarice Madden, and Lyra is the younger one,” Sydney said.