The Secret Daughter Book Novels & Stories

Curious, she pried it up with a small knife. Tucked away in the dark space was a single envelope, yellowed with age. Her name was written on the front in her father’s neat, shaky handwriting: To my Amora. Her hands trembled as she tore it open. “My dearest daughter,” the letter began. “If you are reading this, it means you have left the city. I prayed this day would never come, but I knew the Alonsos would never appreciate the light you carry. I have a secret I have kept from you to keep you safe from their greed.”

As of now she is still just fifteen. I narrow my eyes at my father and smile like the cat who caught the mouse, when I see him sweat and dart his eyes to the kitchen where one of his Omega conquests works. I believe the nearly fifteen year old daughter of hers is another half-sibling. Oh how many secret children does my father hide? I know my mother would not had died had he not spent her entire pregnancy fucking around day and night. Now, he has the nerve to look guilty.

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 reached in, hands trembling. They weren’t sent. They weren’t delivered. They were kept. Hidden. By him. A choice. A secret. My fingers closed around the top letter. The ink had faded, but I could still read the first line: I don’t know why you left. But our daughter deserves the truth, even if you never write back… I dropped to my knees. The moonlight bled over letters on the floor, as though it had been waiting to find the letters. And somewhere deep inside me, something whispered: Vaeloria is just the beginning.

“An old friend owed me a favor.” The room spun. “You’re… having him followed?” Vivian didn’t flinch. “I’m done guessing, Sierra. I’ll find out the truth, one way or another.” The folder snapped shut with a sound that made Sierra’s heart jolt. Vivian turned to leave, then hesitated. “You’re not a child anymore,” she said softly. “But you’re still my daughter. Remember that.” When she was gone, Sierra sank onto the bed, burying her face in her hands. The secret that had once felt intoxicating now felt like poison. Every breath tasted like betrayal.

"It's just... it's a lot to process, you know? I had no idea. How did this happen?" Harry leaned back in his chair. "Well, clearly, it seems like her mother kept her existence a secret. Probably wanted to keep her away from the drama." I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Drama or not, I should have known. Been there for her. Now, she's practically an adult, and I'm just entering her life? It's overwhelming." Harry nodded. "It's never too late to build a connection. And about the company, well, that's a bridge you can cross when you get there. Right now, focus on establishing a relationship with your daughter. She probably has a lot of questions too."

Anthea turned around, smiling at her daughter. “We are going to visit our farm house, baby. We are going to stay the night there and enjoy a lot of things there.” Anthea answered with a smile, picking up her daughter in her arms. She quickly placed two kisses on her cheeks. “Why?” Nevaeh asked,asked, curiously wrapping her hends around her mother’s neck. “Because I have a secret to tell you.” Anthea giggled back, kissing her neck. Neaveh’s eyes widened in surprise at the mention ofa secret. a secret.

I broke it carefully. The letter was written by an elegant hand. The ink shined faintly, as if gauging refusing to age. “To the House of Icewood, by blood and covenant bound, The pact stands. The daughter shall live, hidden among wolves, until the blood calls her home. Fail this, and Icewood shall fall beneath its own frost.” I read it twice, each word sinking into me like a blade turned slow. The daughter — Hidden among wolves. For a moment i could almost hear my father’s voice again; low, hungry, filled with the same greed that had driven him to betray his own mate. Was this why he’d tried to kill my mother? Because she had found out?

I barely even breathed as he took my hand—my fingers instantly stiffening at his touch—and pressed a small folded note into my palm. My stomach churned. Something was wrong. I hesitated, my fingers trembling as I slowly unfolded the paper. And the moment my eyes landed on the words scrawled across it, my breath hitched. **"Say yes, Olivia. Or everyone in this room will find out exactly who you are. Olivia Richards. The secret daughter of a billionaire."** The words blurred as panic set in. My blood turned to ice. I felt like the walls were closing in on me, like I couldn’t breathe.

I rose to my feet and got down from the small podium, approaching her as I continued, "But in order for that to happen, you have a part to play in it." She returned her gaze to me and exclaimed, "Whatever it is, Your Majesty, I am willing to do it. I can do anything to see that my daughter becomes well again." "Good," I replied and fixed my gaze on Nuella. "Please, tell her what you told us." Nuella nodded in response and turned towards Athena's mum, "You have a secret you are hiding, one which can help save your daughter's life." Athena's mother narrowed her eyes in confusion, "Secret? I don't understand," she said, shaking her head.