The Daughter He Never Knew Novels & Stories

he said quietly, “that if something ever happened to him—something unexpected, something that didn’t make sense—there were only two people who would know why.” “Who?” I asked, my pulse in my throat. He met my eyes. “One is already dead.” The room tilted around me. “And the other?” I whispered. Lucian exhaled slowly, like he was releasing a secret he’d been holding for years. “The other,” he said, voice barely above a murmur, “is the man your daughter just described.” Before I could speak, before I could even process what that meant— The front door burst open. Heavy footsteps. A familiar voice barking, “Where is he? What the hell happened?”

And somewhere out there… her father—the one person she had never met. But there was one cruel truth we couldn’t ignore. If there was any chance at all, it had to come from her wizard father. The man who had never been part of her life. The man who might not even want to be found. I felt a knot tighten in my chest. Because even if we did find him… even if he turned out to be the kind of man willing to give everything for a daughter he barely knew— Would Eira accept that? Would she be able to live with it?

Seraphina Vaughn, not Cole, not his wife, not the woman who ironed his shirts and endured his mother's voice and carried a loss alone in a white hospital room at 3 am. Seraphina Vaughn. That's my real name now. So book the best stylist in the city," I said. "I want a dress that makes every person in that room forget every other woman who walks through the door. Remi smiled slowly."And Damian," he said. I set the invitation down, picked up my pen and opened the next file on my desk."Damian Cole is going to walk into that gala thinking he is there for a business opportunity," I said. "he is going to sit at his table near the back, he is going to watch me walk into that room, and he is going to

He had been riding for hours and his mind had been working the whole time, turning things over and over like a mill wheel grinding grain, and none of it made him feel any better. Number one. Why would his daughter deny knowing him? He knew she knew him. He had seen it in her eyes, that flash of recognition before she looked away. So why? Why was she pretending not to know her own father? What had gotten into her head in the three years she had been gone?

The more Cassandra thought about it, the more frightened she became, her face deathly pale. Helena knew exactly what her daughter feared. She was afraid too. The Vance family was no match for the wealthy, powerful Cross family. Once this was exposed, it wouldn't just be Cassandra who suffered. The whole Vance family would. "All right. Mom knows it hasn't been easy for you, but you absolutely cannot tell anyone about this. You have to keep it to yourself. You are Birdie, and no matter what anyone says, you are Julian's first love!" Helena said firmly.

The second the call connected, his voice came through. "Elena." There was no anger in his tone. Only something I had never heard from him before. Panic. "Why didn't you tell me?" I stayed silent. His breathing became uneven. "I know about the baby." My fingers tightened around the phone. "I know you went to London." A pause. "I know you left." The words landed heavier than I expected. "Damian..." "I spent the entire morning trying to find you." His voice dropped. "I called the hospital. I checked your schedule. I went home and saw your closet..."

I wasn't sure either of us knew what it meant anymore. Just then, another notification appeared. This one wasn't from Diane. It was from an unknown number. Unknown: Mr. Holloway? My name is Elena Morgan. I believe... our parents knew each other. My heartbeat slowed. Elena. The daughter my father had just told me about. Before I could even decide whether to reply... Another message appeared. There's something your father didn't tell you. My thumb hovered over the screen. For reasons I couldn't explain... I suddenly wasn't sure I wanted to know what came next.

After Alpha Ethan’s older brother died, Ethan took responsibility for his widow, Vivian, and their daughter, Cora. Ethan brought them into our home at Blackridge Pack. Our daughter, Iris, was only one month older than Cora. To keep either child from feeling overlooked, Ethan declared that everything they both wanted would be decided by drawing lots. Cora won the bedroom Iris had slept in for six years, Iris’s favorite moon-rabbit doll, and even the evening Ethan had promised to spend with Iris on her birthday. Iris lost every time. Ethan always offered the same explanation. Cora had just lost her father, and Iris should be generous because she was the older girl. Then Blackridge Pack receiv

I feel my heart shatter as my breath catches in my throat at the sudden realisation of what I've just been told. My mother was murdered, I was taken from her womb. They killed her because of me. Now I know why my father couldn't bring himself to raise me. "But.. how do you know I'm me? How can you be sure that I am her? If you weren't there when they took me, then you'd never even had the chance to even see me. How do you know that I'm your daughter?" I hurriedly ask the questions running through my mind, my whole body shaking as I hold back the tears staring at my father, waiting for some kind of explanation.

"Not a single word about my daughter" "Yeah. Your daughter. But destiny is so cruel that you can't be the reason for her life. It's me. Your daughter needs me. You need me. And as I said I never compromise", she steps closer to me. "You don't have much time. And you'll never get a donor for her, Christian. Even if you go hunting her father you can't. Because only I know him and he doesn't know he has a daughter. What are you gonna do, Christian?"