The President's Secret Daughter Novel 소설 & 이야기

“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…”

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."

She had lived it once, years ago, and knew how easily affection could slip through cracks carved for politics. If Edward realizes that their daughter’s heart might be entangling itself with the very prince he meant to unseat, it would become a dangerous path between Edward’s ambitions and Katarina’s heart. She moved to her writing desk and took out the cream-colored sheets she reserved for private correspondence. She would not let Edward see this letter. He had his strategies; she had hers. - - - After King Edward left his wife, he summoned his captains and Varos for another meeting in the war room.

Chris asked,the last thing he wanted was getting associated with anyone bearing Martin's blood. "The president's fortune can only be transferred to her when she is of age, that is when she is 18 years old but without that,her guardian would acquire the fortune till she comes of age"Lorenzo replied. "How many years is she currently?"Chris questioned. "She is 17 years old,"Lorenzo replied. "Hmmmm"Chris muttered. "I want to have the details of the hidden president's daughter before noon"Chris ordered with an indifferent expression on his face. "Huh,"Lorenzo stammered.

"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.”

Nina nodded, but she couldn't calm her heart; a mother's heart would not be at peace until she saw her son well again; the boy was the life of the entire Xiver family, especially David's; her brother might not show it, but his brother believed Noah would always be his very first child he held on his embrace. The doctor hurriedly took Noah inside, and Nina and Aunty Lin followed them inside; even though every patient needed to do paperwork, the president ordered them to do the treatment first since the master of Black Dragon ordered him to keep it secret. President Grayson's first thought was this child and the woman might be his secret wife and son, but he didn't dare to express his thought.