The Daughter He Never Knew Novels & Stories

And now! He has a daughter who looks exactly like him. She doesn't need evidence to know this slut right before her is Skylar Sean and not Sandra Sean. So all these years she has been this close to her but because of her carelessness, she couldn't identify her. If she had known earlier, this whore wouldn't have gotten Damon alive with her slutty child. She can't believe everything is crushing down her face. How about her son? She doesn't even know who the father is!

Reyes was pacing back and forth, his mind racing. The words echoed in his head like a relentless drumbeat: "You wouldn't want to lose your only daughter" His mother’s voice haunted him. He stopped abruptly, his heart pounding in his chest. Daughter? How could that be? He had never even considered the possibility. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration boiling over. He then remembered the night of 5 years ago. But a daughter? The thought was absurd. He had never even met the woman who had shared that night with him since then. How could his mother know something he didn’t?

His stepdaughter. I forced the smile back on my face. “No, baby, you don’t have to come. It’s just for a few days. I’ll be back before you even miss me.” He raised an eyebrow. “Too late. I already miss you,” he said, his tone serious. I looked down, pretending to zip the bag. My chest tightened. How do I look him in the eyes and say: ‘I have a daughter you never knew about’? And even worse…

My eyes opened to the sight of my eight-year-old daughter Aaliyah standing in front of me with her big bright brown eyes. As soon as I woke up I knew I didn’t avoid getting a killer hangover. Not only that but I was pretty sure I was still a bit drunk. No doubt I went… a little overboard at my friend’s party last night and I couldn’t remember much of how it ended. I got an idea as my eyes slowly shifted from my daughter to the other side of my bed. Strategically I pulled one of the blankets over the head of my one-night stand.

"I have a daughter. I've had a daughter all these years and I didn't even know. You kept her away from me. You fucking kept her away from me. And don't you fucking dare deny that she's mine. She has my eyes and looks exactly like me. Even a blind man can spot that from a mile away." E n z o s t e p p e d f o r w a r d , s t o p p i n g r i g h t i n f r o n t o f h e r a n d b r i n g i n g h i s f a c e s o c l o s e t h a t s h e c o u l d f e e l h i s h e a v y b r e a t h i n g . " W h e n w e r e y o u p l a n n i n g o n t e l l i n g m e ? " T h e n h e s t e p p e d b a c k w i t h a b i t t e r c h u c k l e l e a v i n g h i s l i p s . " W h a t a m I e v e n s a y i n g ? I t '

Just an endless, screaming black void as my entire world shattered into dust. He kept talking, but I barely heard the words through the roaring in my ears. Something about walking into her office, about seeing a little girl sitting there. Blonde hair. Green eyes. Looking so much like him it was unmistakable. Their daughter. Rayne had a daughter. A daughter he hadn’t known about. A daughter Amber had hidden from him. A daughter that wasn’t mine. I clutched at the sheets beneath me, my fingers curling so tight they hurt, nails digging into the fabric.

Yes, he knows that I was seeing someone those times, but I never told him who it was. Plus Morana had told him that he was just an Omega who was sure looking for a way to elevate his life. “How did you know, father?” I asked my father, never for once hiding my shock. “You're my fucking daughter and I know everything about you.” He responded. “I know that you've been seeing someone, but I never knew that it was Rafael's son.” Oh! He even knows Dexter's father. “And when I got to know about your relationship with him, I heard that you two broke up with each other, that you broke up with him.”

"Oh, that's right. Mary left this in the bus yesterday. I wanted to return it to her today." I stared at the hair clip. It was the same one that I had clipped into her hair yesterday morning. Why? Why did everyone say that I didn't have a daughter? Why didn't Marilyn's records exist even in the police database? "Are you alright, Mrs. Lopez?" Oliver asked, looking at me worriedly. I shook my head. My mind was a mess. Just then, I recalled something important. "Oliver, your father…" Oliver's eyes dimmed. "He passed away a year ago," he murmured.

"You ungrateful thing. If I had known you'd turn out this vicious, I should've strangled you the day you were born." "Too bad you didn't." I set the shears down and picked up a document from the coffee table, tossing it to her. "Read it. That's Lilith's paternity test." My mother froze and caught it without thinking. The results were clear. Lilith had no blood relation to Nelson or her. "What's this?" Her hand started to shake. I smiled, sharp and mocking. "Mom, the precious daughter you loved for 20 years wasn't a heiress who got switched at birth. She was never a Howe. She was the maid's kid. The real Lilith was swapped out at birth and left to freeze to death in the snow.

“It’s been a long time. I know this is a surprise, but I had to come. I had to tell you the truth.” She paused, looking down at the little girl, then back up at Liam. “Liam, meet your daughter. The one I didn't tell you about when we were in high school.” The words hung in the air, heavy and shocking. Liam stood there, frozen, his eyes fixed on the little girl, his mind reeling. A daughter. He had a daughter. An eight-year-old daughter he’d never known about. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t process it. It felt like a dream, a nightmare, something that couldn’t possibly be real.