The Daughter He Never Knew Novels & Stories

The title: FOR EMMA — WATCH WHEN SHE KNOWS THE TRUTH My hands shook. Dylan looked at me. “Play it.” I pressed the screen. My father appeared. Older. Tired. But alive. He looked directly into the camera. “Emma.” My heart stopped. “If you are watching this…” He took a breath. “Then they have finally told you what you are.” A pause. “But they still don’t know the most important part.” His eyes filled with sadness. “You were never my experiment.” The screen flickered. Then he said: “You were my daughter.” And the countdown stopped.

“She wanted his money. That’s all.” I bit my lip. “That’s… awful.” “She was poor when they married,” Alan continued. “He loved her anyway. My great aunt was against the whole thing, but he didn’t listen. Love, I guess.” “And now…” I trailed off. “Now he lives not knowing where or who his daughter is,” Alan finished quietly. My chest ached. “That’s evil,” I said softly. “No one deserves that.” He nodded. “Exactly.” I stared down at my drink, my thoughts spiraling. “I can’t imagine my dad not being able to see me, or not even knowing who I am.”

State Correctional Facility. My stepfather’s handwriting stared back at us in block letters. Elena didn’t open it. She didn’t even turn it over. But her face, oh my, her face betrayed everything. The slight parting of her lips. The flicker of surprise mixed with something that looked dangerously close to pity. For one raw second, I saw myself through her eyes: the guy who acted like he had it all together, suddenly reduced to the boy with a convicted criminal for a father figure. My chest tightened so hard I had to remind myself to breathe.

"If I discover that any of you know where she is and have concealed it, I will report every detail of tonight to His Highness." Dad opened his mouth but couldn't get a word out. Prince Silas was among the most powerful princes in the vampire world. He wouldn't even have to act personally. There were plenty of families under his authority that would happily deal with the Vardis to earn his favor. The only person who could rescue Dad from this disaster was me. And he genuinely had no idea where his eldest daughter was. The only thing he could vaguely recall was watching Adrian drag me out of the hall a few minutes earlier.

My consciousness hovered above the corridor as the healers covered my body with a white sheet and wheeled me toward the preservation chamber below the healing center. The elder healer’s words still echoed through the hall. My body had never responded to their attempts to draw me back. Mother watched the stretcher disappear down the corridor, and her knees gave out. Father caught her, but her weight dragged them both onto the cold stone floor. He drove his fist into the wall, and blood ran over his knuckles. “I should have looked for her. Why didn’t I even know which room she was staying in?”

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing b

A daughter I never knew existed. A murder I knew nothing about but somehow my family seemed to be connected. And a man who had returned from the dead carrying four years of rage with him. And somehow it feels like I never really knew him. Roman started walking. I stayed where I was for another second. Then I followed him.

Her voice was calm, but her eyes were tired. “You saved my daughter's life.” Damien nodded. “I'm glad I could help.” A brief silence settled between them. Damien wanted to say something else, but he couldn't find the right words. He kept thinking about what happened earlier. The strange feeling that something was being kept from him. “Why does my father know so much about your daughter?” Evelyn's expression changed. “Damien…” “I need to understand what is happening.” She took a breath. “I'm grateful that you saved my daughter. I really am but I don't owe you an explanation.”

At Serena Vale’s succession ceremony, her four adoptive fathers ask her to let Lillian wear her late mother’s moon crown for ten minutes. Eighteen years ago, Serena’s mother, the greatest warrior of Moonridge Pack, died protecting their people. Before her death, she entrusted Serena to Alpha Darius, Beta Julian, Gamma Marcus, and Delta Ronan. The four men swore a father-daughter bond before the Moon Goddess, raised Serena as their own, and named her the pack’s future Alpha. They once stayed beside her through every fever, learned to braid her hair, treasured every drawing she made, and guarded her door during storms. Then Lillian arrived. Whenever the two girls wanted the same thing, Serena

Lily began shaking her head. “No. No, this isn’t possible.” I looked between them. “Who is she?” The woman stopped at the bottom of the staircase. Then she looked at me with eyes identical to mine. “I’m the daughter you were never supposed to know existed.” My phone vibrated. Another message. Unknown Number: Three daughters. One mother. One father. And only one of you was meant to survive.