The President's Secret Daughter Novel Novels & Stories

A quiet elegance around her. ​ But something inside her eyes remains unchanged, something that pricks at my memory with an unsettling insistence. ​ I reach my apartment, keys clattering faintly on the counter. The silence inside feels heavier than usual. I walk to my bookshelf, sliding open a glass door and retrieving a single object I’ve kept hidden for years: a silver pen engraved with the initials C.Q. Chloe Quinn. I turn it in my hand slowly, the metal cool against my palm. I shouldn’t still have it. I shouldn't care. But I do. My fingers tighten around it, and my breath catches unexpectedly.

Hunter Tatiana Henry...the sound of her name sent a jolt through me that I hadn't felt in eighteen years. When her daughter appeared at my doorstep, my heart sank like a stone - could it be true? Could she really be my daughter? Tatiana had been like a shadow in my life, a ghost that I couldn't quite believe ever really existed. She was an enigma to me - one day, she was there with me, talking about our future plans together, and the next, she was gone. I had never seen or heard from her since that fateful night when we said goodbye to each other.

I reached for the burner phone I had hidden under my pillow. A notification popped up. Transaction Complete: $100,000,000.00 I stared at the screen until the numbers blurred. He actually did it. My father—the man who audits every single expense at his company, the man who lectures me on "financial responsibility"—just dropped a hundred million dollars to keep a secret. He didn't even fight it. He didn't call the police. He didn't try to negotiate. He just paid the "I slept with my son-in-law" tax.

If they are successful to hide for two years then who the hell blew up their cover? I was biting my lips and trying to ponder how can I help Major Sullivan but even though I am the president’s daughter, I was kicked out of the mansion. And clearly, I am powerless from all of the enemies that we have. My mind cannot settle and as I drink my second dose of caffeine for this night, I decided to just make myself busy. And by busy, I meant by reading everything from the journal. I needed to calm myself and know that whatever was written was just one perspective and that late senator is already dead. This is a confidential and very private memory of her. I don’t want to invade her privacy but I wa

Good thing, my father did not consider her suggestion. "Where is my son, Sebastian?" She said trying so hard to sound European. No one answered. "He texted me. He's already inside the presidential car." I answered, not looking at her. She did not respond. Martina secretly rolled her eyes as if I did not expect her to do that. I just smirked in disgust.

he said, then walked away, leaving me dumbfounded. "Secret Scandal Unveiled: President's Perfect Daughter Lillian Hawthorne Engages in Illicit Affair with Vice President Alexander Montgomery," Marcus's voice startled me. I lifted my head and saw him looking at me, wearing a smile. "Sounds like a great headline, don't you think?" he asked. Tears continued to fall as I looked at him. From the moment he appeared, I knew he would be my nemesis.

The Sapphire City must be vital. The thought haunted Catelyn. "Recently, videos and pictures from an anonymous source showed that the President and a mystery woman showed up in the gynecology and obstetrics department. The woman was in a wheelchair in a hospital gown, hanging in the garden together with the President. They acted intimate..." "This woman might be the President's mistress." "At the same time, a staff from the Presidential Palace revealed that the President mentioned a newborn baby frequently, which was suspected to be the natural daughter of the President!"

But she didn’t want us to know. And sure enough, the instant I asked, she went ridget in my embrace. As if pondering whether to tell me or not, she fidgeted nervously with her fingers before sitting up. Trying to create distance between us. Frowning, I realized that she’d only do that if she was afraid that... She had some bad secret that she was afraid would tear us apart... “My father is the president of the Black Skulls MC!” Uh?! Wait---! “WHAT?!”

Tossing a few documents at Zivon, Ian replied, “Here’s the proof. If you still need more, feel free to run a paternity test.” Squinting slightly, Zivon grabbed the documents and began reading through them. Since he was used to reading a lot, he was able to finish reading in no time… and by the end of it, his eyes widened. Ian had been telling the truth… Xavia was the president’s daughter, which automatically meant that Ian was her brother…!

Safe. Or so he thought. He was halfway through signing another document when the door to his office burst open. Jason — his usually composed PR manager — rushed in, phone in hand, eyes wide. “Sir— you need to see this.” Adrian frowned. “What is it?” Jason wordlessly handed over the phone. Across the glowing screen, the headline blared like a siren. “Adrian Blackwood: The Tycoon With A Secret Child? Anonymous source reveals shocking details about the billionaire’s hidden family life.”