The Daughter He Never Knew Novels & Stories

The only feature she didn't get from her was her eyes. I knew I have seen those pair of eyes somewhere, but it wasn't important. In years to come, she would only acknowledge me as her father. She is my daughter now. She would never get to know who her real father is because he wasn't important at all. She is Nova Russo, and no one was going to change that. My daughter was going to become whatever she chooses. I won't let her go through the same hell I went through as a child.

I then gripped the steering wheel tighter and blinked away the stung in my eyes, because my father was right. He was right from the very beginning. And still… I chose Damien, that was my mistake, that was my beginning and the cruelest part? Damien never even knew who I really was, never knew my family was not ordinary. Never knew I was not some random woman he could pick up, marry, and throw away when he got tired. He only knew the version of me I allowed him to see. And he still did not value her, my jaw tightened and I finally shifted the car into drive.

Her whispers got through to his ears, as his wolf flopped down, listless, silver eyes dulling and a drop of tears fell to his fur. “I don’t hate you.” Lancer quietly retorted, biting his lower lip. Ana's eyes curved, still with no sparkles like she once had. Just something… that of being relieved. One that children this age should have never learned, but was forced to learn. And it’s because of him.. that his daughter becomes a wolfless being on their pack, future bleak as she is to be ostracized and outcasted at her coming of age. “...” “So can you not be my dad anymore?”

"How did I not raise you? Without me, you wouldn’t even be alive to stand here talking back! Now I spend a little of your money, and you dare complain, you ungrateful brat. If I’d known, I should have strangled you at birth! "If you’ve got the guts, then leave. I’ll pretend I never had a daughter like you!" My face was already wounded, and the slap made the pain lance even deeper. Nevertheless, no physical pain could compare to the agony in my chest. I nodded as if resigning myself to fate. "Fine. I’ll leave. I’ll pretend I never had a mother like you. I’ll pretend this family never existed." The resolve in my eyes made panic flicker across Mom’s face, but for the sake of pride, she didn’t t

Instead, she'd poured herself into helping others, fighting battles he never witnessed. His legs moved of their own accord, heavy and unsteady, carrying him past the accusing stares of nurses toward the operating room door. He pushed it open slowly, the beep of monitors and sharp scent of antiseptic assaulting him. There, on the small table under harsh lights, lay the tiny body of his daughter, draped in a white sheet that seemed too pristine, too final. She had been so close all those times—those fleeting encounters—and he'd never seen her, never known his own blood.

When I was three, a fortune-teller ran his hand over my skull and said, "This girl was born unlucky. Money will never stay with her. "Give her no more than $6.60 a year. One cent more, and she'll pay for it with her life." So every birthday, my card held the same thing: a crumpled five-dollar bill, a one-dollar coin, and sixty cents in change. My adopted younger sister, Sophie, was different. Her birthday cash could cover an entire bed. I cried and threw tantrums. I even snatched one of Sophie's envelopes, the one with $660,000 in it. That same night, I broke out in hives from head to toe, went into respiratory failure, and ended up in the ICU. It took three days to save me. When I wok

Before my mother died, she arranged a marriage for me. My bride-to-be was Rosalind Young, Kingsford's most formidable financial tycoon. Before I married her, I added three clauses to the prenuptial agreement. First, no feelings. Our marriage was purely business. Second, she could live her life however she pleased, while I'd live mine. Third, I would step aside immediately if her true love ever came along. Nevertheless, I would be getting double the alimony. Rosalind was quite pleased that I knew my place. Our marriage was a peaceful one until the day a teenage girl who bore a striking resemblance to her knocked on the door of our mansion and calmly said, "Sir, I'm Rosalind's daughter.

“You should have told me. Even the day you walked into my office to sell the property.” I wince painfully in my chair at the memory. That day. How suicidal I felt. No one knew. Not even my father. He sinks slowly into the chair behind his desk, his hands pressed over his face, and for a long moment, he says nothing at all, his shoulders shaking. For a moment, I think he didn’t believe the DNA test results. He waited to hear from me. For my confirmation, and now he has gotten it. “Six years,” he finally manages, muffled behind his hands. “Six years, I have a daughter I didn’t know. I missed everything. Missed her formative years. Missed being by her side until two months ago.”

This was my eighth life. In the first seven, I died horribly because nobody ever noticed me. Every time, I screamed for help at the top of my lungs. No one ever heard me. So this time, I decided to stop fighting and just wait to die. When I was six, people from a rival family kidnapped me and stuffed me into the trunk of a car. I got comfortable and fell asleep. When the kidnappers opened the trunk, they thought I'd suffocated. They panicked, dumped me by the side of the road, and ran. A cop found me on an old mattress at the dump. I waved him off. "Don't bother with an ambulance. Just call a hearse. And hurry." At 17, my birth parents found me. On the way to the Carlisle estate, I climbed

When Damian missed our family day again, I didn't call to confront him. On the calendar on the living room wall, every day he'd promised to spend with us was marked with a red line. Every time he left, it was for Chloe. His dead brother James's widow, and the former Luna. Half a year ago, he inherited the Alpha position, and with it, the responsibility of caring for Chloe. He held my hand and promised me. "The pack needs a pureblood heir." "Once Chloe gets pregnant and has the child, they'll never stand in our way again." "When that happens, I'll hold the Mark ceremony with you in broad daylight. I'll bring you and Leo home." But when I finally got the news that Chloe was pregnant, the pack