Novel & Cerita The Secret Daughter

[SERAPHINA VALE BREAKS SILENCE: “Alexander Lockwood Is Hiding Our Daughter” I clicked on the article excerpt. [“I never wanted to come forward,” Seraphina tells me, her hands trembling as she reaches for a framed photograph. In it, a cute baby with dark hair and striking gray-green eyes—eyes unmistakably similar to Alexander Lockwood’s—smiles at the camera. “But I can’t keep this secret anymore. Our daughter deserves to know her father. And the world deserves to know the truth about who Alexander really is.”

​ I lean against the railing, watching a car pass below, headlights splashing golden arcs across the wet street. My jaw flexes unconsciously. Something deep inside me is picking at the edges of memory, trying to connect dots that refuse to sit still. Chloe Quinn, Her eyes, Her tears, Her absence. I sink onto the couch and pick up her daughter’s file again. It’s pointless, but I do it anyway. Sophie Wells. Age six. Chest tightness. Mild arrhythmia. No father listed on the file. My chest tightens, the kind of pressure that shouldn’t be there.

"The right daughter." I looked at the key. At the weight of forty years pressed into a small piece of brass. "What happens when I open it?" "The Circle falls. Every name, every account, every secret they've been hiding for generations—exposed. But you—" She paused. "You become what they've been hunting. The woman who destroyed them. They'll never stop. They'll never forgive. They'll hunt you and your daughter and her daughter until the end of time." "Is that what my mother wanted?"

And now she had to decide what to do. She turned and walked away, her footsteps silent on the stone, her hood pulled low over her face. She did not look back at the garden. She did not want to see more. But the image stayed with her, burned into her mind. Elsie and Zuri. Kissing in the moonlight. So that was what her daughter had been hiding. That was the secret she had been keeping. Nyra climbed the stairs to her chambers, her thoughts heavy, her heart cold.

But now she doesn't even know anyone anymore. " What do you mean?" She asks, frowning... " Oliver Johnson is her daughter's boyfriend." " Daughter?" " Before we met, she had another daughter two years older than you and Laura. Her ex-lover was white and she had a daughter who resembled her father. Tanya hid the fact and secretly raised her child behind my back. I didn't know, I never even suspected it. She was such a good housewife, a mother and... lover. But once we found out Oliver was the one who caused such great damage, I sued him. As you know, we didn't find him. His real identity is yet to be known. But she became stressed and started acting out. And accidentally, she told me about he

Dressed in violet silk, her hair a crown of black curls, her eyes sharper than glass. She spotted Nova instantly. Her smile was cruel. “You’re early,” she said as Nova approached. “I’m always early for endings,” Nova replied. Irena’s gaze flicked to Liam. “You brought your pet.” “And you brought your snake,” Nova said, nodding to the girl beside Irena. Yelena. The secret daughter. She was breathtaking, sharp angles, cold beauty, eyes like icebergs. “Nova,” Irena said, voice honeyed. “Meet my daughter.”

“I believe we need to save the rest of your questions next time..you seem tired, take a rest, Princess Kira.” I stood up, and she stopped me. “Remember, no one knows here except me, Samira and Lana. Keep everything I said a secret…They did not know that the late queen had a daughter in secret…” “Why? Did you not informed them about my existence?” “I kept it a secret for now because they might take it rather….harshly…the witch realm are sensitive when the topic is about your mother…” I nodded, not sure what thatw as about. I thought they viewed my mother as heir hero, but judging to Queen Haelyn’s reaction, they must be having second thoughts and hate my mother for what she did….

he let out in a dramatic way creating suspense, causing me to clench my jaw before he continues, “I found out the information you ask for and the biggest news is Jason Michaelson has a secret child with his previous girlfriend Mia..” He stops talking and watching my expressions which didn’t change cause I already know that bastard has a secret child of his. “Okay, so you know that already.” he read from my expressions as looking sad that his big bomb is failed. “Yes, I know but I don’t know who his daughter is did you find her information?” I asked at which he looked towards me like he just gets a new hope to live as whispered happily, “Yes yes I know who she is.”

"You don’t have the right to demand that." "I have every damn right," I growled, slamming my fist against the polished table, rattling the glass decanter that stood between us. "You’ve hidden her existence, you’ve hidden our child, and now, when the truth is clawing its way out, you want to hide behind tradition?" The room was deathly silent. Then he exhaled. "Yes," he said at last. "She is Mauve Scarlet. My daughter." The confirmation struck like thunder. Although he said that earlier! The declaration felt like a slap. So she wasn't a human. She was a descendants of Moon Goddess.

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.