Novel & Cerita The Secret Daughter

Five years ago, Claire Bennett spent one unforgettable night with hockey superstar Damon Black, the man she had secretly loved for years. But the morning after his championship victory, Damon vanished without a trace, leaving Claire to discover she was carrying his baby. Forced to raise her daughter alone after Damon’s family made it clear she would never belong in his world, Claire built a new life in the shadows—while secretly inheriting her late mother's massive investment firm. Now, Damon is back. He doesn't know about the five-year-old girl who has his exact eyes, nor does he realize Claire is secretly worth more than his entire family. He only knows his father has forced him into an

"You may not have noticed but he started work yesterday, he was the only one who didn't get tricked by your little disguise last night and it was through him we got to find you." I gulp, my mouth is hanging open in shock, and my eyes are almost popping out of their socket when I spot a familiar face staring at me emotionlessly. "Lou, I believe you are already aware that this is my daughter, Nathalie." My gaze is still locked on his, barely listening to what dad is saying. Unlike other bodyguards here who are always dressed in black suit, he stands out in his faintly faded blue jeans and white t-shirt. Is it possible for him to look any hotter? "I'm entrusting her in your care, so make sure y

He stared at the picture in his hands, slowly he walked to a wall, a secret button stood beside the wall, and no one would see it at first place if they tried looking hard, it was designed with am artwork covering it, no one knew such button existed except him and the late queen Elena, he pressed the button, the wall turned to a secret door, and the door got opened. Slowly, he entered the secret door, there were different pictures which were properly arranged on the shelves, they a contained the picture of his daughter. Each season, when his daughter was given birth, upon her departure with the mid wife, he was sent a new picture of his daughter when ever she clocked into a new age. These wa

This intruder was inside my house through a four-inch screen, whispering poison into my daughter’s ears. “You are not using this phone, Luna. Come downstairs for breakfast,” I said, turning to walk away. "Daddy said I have to keep it hidden! It’s our secret!" Luna reached for the pink phone, her small hands clawing at my arm. "Auntie Lila says you’re mean! Give it back!" The sound of my daughter—my soul, the person I had sacrificed everything for—defending her snapped something inside me. "Secrets?" I whispered, my voice trembling with a terrifying heat. "In this house?"

Late that night, she carried the urn into the storage closet where I had hidden after coming home. The closet was unheated, crowded with broken furniture, and barely wide enough for a child to lie down. For the first time, she understood what it had meant for her daughter to sleep there. Mother sat between the narrow stone walls and held the urn tightly against her chest. “Ivy,” she whispered, “I am the one who deserves your forgiveness least.”

she asked in a calm manner. "Yes." Her father then slowly gazed back to look at her straight in the eye and she could see his eagerness for her to follow. Isn't there anything she could do to escape this? Getting tied up with a man who is unwilling will just result in an unhappy marriage, and to add that she is secretly hiding a daughter of hers from behind. "Dad, are you serious?" she replied after a long while. Knowing that there was no turning point, she still managed to think at the back of her head that she couldn't believe what she's hearing.

The call made Natalie release her embrace on Dave. "What is it?" asked Dave, still in a tone as flat as a toll road. "There are Mr. Kay and Key," he said, making Dave nod. "Tell them to come in," said Dave, who was nodded off by his secretary. "You go home, Natalie; I'm busy." Natalie snorted in annoyance, walked away, and even ran into Kay and Key. The door closed tightly, and they both sat in the chairs opposite Dave. "She's the daughter of that man?" asked Key, to which Dave nodded.

she said without hesitation. “You haven't told Tio or Veronica about Diane have you?” I asked, hopefully. The silence that came after my question was deafening. I could hear her breath but she wasn't saying anything. “Tia?” I called out, sitting up straight in the cab. There was still no answer. It was like she was processing to give me the right answer. Coming back here was a bad idea. Julian Rhodes is more powerful than me, and he will do anything to punish me from keeping his daughter from him.

“Why now? Why tell me this now? Why wait years to tell me the secret? Why now? How did you think I would take this?” Her hands trembled. “Because war is coming. And secrets destroy faster than bullets.” “So what am I?”. “You're my daughter…that's the most important thing”. I tried calming her down. Her jaw trembled. “I need air.” She turned and stormed out, leaving me with broken glass and the bitter taste of a truth too long buried. ---

To let someone see her not just as the poised, enigmatic designer who defied odds, but as the woman still trying to glue together the shards of who she once was. But every time she imagined that, her thoughts circled back to one unmovable truth. She had a daughter. A secret daughter. From a man who had once called her ugly. A liar. A mistake. And Julian… Julian didn’t know. He didn’t know that her life wasn’t just filled with runway lights and award ceremonies and velvet gowns. It was diapers and midnight fevers, bedtime stories and tangled hair, laughter over cereal, and the softest little voice that called her mama with all the trust in the world.