The President's Secret Daughter Novel Novels & Stories

The Secretary of the Other president told them. "We are sorry for coming late, it won't happen next time" Yelena replied her with a polite. They were about leaving, infact Their President already stood up, adjusting his Blazer when the other President finally opened his mouth to speak. "I thought they said President Cage don't get involved with Women, but you have Two sexy female secretaries by your side, I wonder which media made the false news" President Cage glanced at him with raised brow but didn't reply. Talking to idiots was never his thing.

“So that means you are still paired with William? That's bad..” I stared at her. “Why are you interested? Fired at me like that like you have some claim over me.” This time she didn’t rush the answer. She watched for a few seconds. “Well… you should know there is some kind of relationship between us.” The heat rose on me at once. “Relationship?” I watched her smile again in a confident, arrogant way, like she expected me to bow. “I am the President’s daughter,” she said. “And you know I would get him to be mine if I want. After all… you don’t…”

I said in my mind before keeping a flower on the grave. My life is as lonely and silent as this graveyard without my family.I might have taken Martin down but I knew something was still Missing and that's the love of my family. My phone beeped,I checked it out and it was a message from Lorenzo.he sent an email containing the details I need to know about the president's daughter. "Stephanie Cruz"I muttered as I stared at my phone. Martin is really a smart man,he hid his daughter away from the world so that no harm would come to her.that only means one thing,his only daughter is his weakness.

His eyes implored me to continue. "Dad," I whispered, hands clenched into each other. "I. I'm pregnant." His grin dropped as precipitously. The room hung as quiet as a coffin. Nicholas hovered beside me, his own stance defensive as if preparing himself against Father's rage. I braced myself and continued. "It's. Patrick Hilton's daughter." The silent roomed a little longer than I could bear. And then, to my complete shock, Father laughed aloud. I stared. "What…?" "Dear," he chuckled, his face going into a grin as if I'd commented on what a fine day it was outside, "I already knew." I stared at him. "You. knew?"

Damien was hidden behind a cluster of rocks, his security team surrounding the area. A figure emerged from the shadows. Tall, elegant, with dark hair and blue eyes. She was beautiful in the way that paintings were beautiful, timeless, haunting, unforgettable. "Isabella." She approached slowly, her hands raised. "Thank you for coming." "Who are you?" "My name is Sarah Webb." She paused. "I'm your sister." Isabella's blood ran cold. "What?" "Thomas Webb was my father too." Sarah's voice cracked. "He had a daughter before he met Eleanor. A daughter he kept hidden from Alexander. A daughter he sent away to protect."

“I heard the rumor. I don’t want to ask if you’re not comfortable telling me just yet, but I need you to be very careful. These palace halls are more dangerous than they seem. Trust me, I’ve been there.” Before Catherine could reply, someone knocked on the front door. Catherine stood up to answer it. “For you, Miss Catherine,” the person said, pressing an envelope into her hands. She frowned. No one ever wrote to her except her mother’s friend in the market, and this wasn’t her handwriting. Elizabeth watched, concerned as Catherine opened the seal. What she read made her heart stop. There, in harsh black ink, was a single line: “I know about your secret.”

"And she's also your daughter." He was again taken aback. His naturally thick brows furrowed this time. "Are you saying... I'm her father?" I opened the bag I was carrying and took out some papers that proved Thalia was indeed his daughter. "Yes." He looked down at the documents I put on the table. He took them one after the other. "And you think I'd believe you that easily just because you showed me... what? These birth certificates?" "My daughter will be three years old. I am three months pregnant when I left the mansion four years ago!"

The fact that she acted like she wasn’t noticing what was happening , I knew that the girl in me could never ignore something as cold as that . I could bever tell if this was the part that I wanted. After walking for a few minutes , she finally sat down and touched a chair for me to sit on too . I turned my head to keep up the best smile that I could ever think of as all of this was beginning to bore me already , I felt sick to my stomach . As the party continued , she didn’t bother to move an inch and as the tone went by , I waited for the president to come out . II know that this wasn’t a dream but I just wanted to see him . Being here alone was more like a privilege and I wasn’t going to

The prosecutor nodded apologetically, "Mr. President requested a news blackout." Yes, the targets of the killers all look similar to the president's daughter, this if spread out, there is no telling what kind of public opinion storm will be caused ...... Mu Zi endured her heartbeat and came to her room. Positioned at the end of the aisle, the room door pushed open, a glance swept through, and other rooms are not much different, are set up two beds standard room, but the furniture furnishings and furnishings to be more luxurious than the other rooms, but the person who stayed in the president's daughter, the treatment of some better seems normal.

Black suit, ruthless jawline, eyes so dark they seemed to pierce the camera itself. The caption beneath his name made my stomach twist violently: Lucian Backwood. CEO. Heir to Backwood Enterprises. The man I’d given myself to in a haze of grief and alcohol wasn’t some anonymous mistake. He was one of the most powerful men in New York. “No,” My voice broke as I stumbled back, pressing my hand over my mouth. “No, Maya, that’s not possible. It can’t be him.” “It's a fact.” Maya’s voice was iron. “I triple-checked. And guess what? He’s not just anyone. That man is Lucian Backwood, billionaire, golden boy of the corporate world.” Her eyes locked onto mine. “And the father of your child.”