The Daughter He Never Knew Novels & Stories

Then he brought her to the family council meeting and announced before the five major Mafia families of Corholt, “She is the Vitale family’s only daughter.” That day, when I heard the servants repeating those words outside the cellar, I finally understood that I had not only lost my mother but my father, too.

my voice cracked faintly, “but never in my sight. His daughter was the only one allowed to be there.” “His daughter,” he muttered as if testing the word. “And you are?” “His step daughter,” my voice was thin. I hated the reminder that I never had a father and mum never gave details until she died. I hated that I had no clue who my biological father was. Nikolai paused briefly, finally cutting the threads he was using to stitch. “And your father?” “I don't know.” I murmured and sniffed. “He never existed I guess.”

My little brother got himself a girlfriend. The moment the news reached them, the whole family lit up. My sister, Serena, clapped so hard her palms cracked. "Who is she? Which lucky girl caught our handsome Tyler's eye?" Mom's face glowed like the credit was hers. "Look who raised him. It was only a matter of time before some girl noticed." Dad couldn't stop grinning. "That's my boy. Good for you, son!" The second they caught Tyler looking embarrassed, they pressed their advantage. "So it's like that, is it? Thanksgiving's almost here. Bring her home. We want to meet her." Then it was my turn, and all they managed were a couple of flat, dutiful lines. "Adrian, you're not as good-l

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau

“Why will information about them kill our daughter?” The room became silent. My heart stopped for a second. I couldn't even understand what he meant. Information? He continued. “Your daughter knew something about this family, and now she's dead.” Nora's mother quickly stepped forward. “Please.” But he didn't stop. “How can that be normal?” Nobody answered. He looked at me. Then my father. Then back at Nora's mother. “This is not normal.” My father's face became serious. “Be careful with your words.”

She hadn't even stayed long enough to hear what we were discussing. And when I asked about her family, she refused to turn their private matters into a conversation. I had come to the Marlowe estate to evaluate Aurelia. I was beginning to realize that I knew very little about the other daughter. And that bothered me more than it should have.

Seven years after reuniting with my biological family, everyone in the Morgan family still hated me. My parents couldn't stand me. No matter how hard I tried, they just told me that I could never quite shake off my poor upbringing. In their eyes, I'd never be as graceful or well-mannered as the daughter they'd raised in my place. My older brother blamed me for sending her away for an entire year after I first showed up. So when she finally moved back into the family's mansion, he guarded her like a watchdog, constantly hovering around her as if I'd bully her the second he turned his back. Even my little brother, the boy I'd practically raised myself, said she was the sister he'd always dr

“At last, my daughter. I have found you.” Damien went deathly pale. He pulled me behind him. “No,” he whispered. I stared at my husband. “What is it?” He gripped my hand so tightly that I felt his fingers trembling. Then he spoke the words I would never forget. “Aria… that's the father you never knew.”

Alpha Sebastian Thorne had always dismissed the news of my death as another ploy to make him back down and end our standoff. Then the Day of the Dead came, and I was nothing but a ghost. I watched our pup, Annie Thorne, crouch in a corner of the territory, gnawing on a muddy bone next to a lame dog. Meanwhile, he was helping another woman set up an altar decorated with 999 marigold wreaths. When Sebastian caught sight of Annie's face, so much like his own, he pulled out a few bills without a second thought and held them out. "Who are your parents? You look just like me. That bone's filthy. Here, buy yourself something to eat." Annie reached out, and the white clay urn she'd been clutching to

A tear leaked through his eyes, burning his cheeks as it descended down, as if it were acid, as he realised he would never get to know what it was. 'He would never get to know his daughter', he repeated the same thing in his head again and again, he would repeat this very sentence everyday, as if the truth was not ready to entre his skull, he so desperatly wanted to accept, but he can't. He just can't. He can't kill his own daughter. This is just a nightmare.