Novel & Cerita The Secret Daughter

The smile froze on Mia's face before she asked cautiously, "Did you two get into another fight? Tell me what happened. I'll straighten her out for you." Watching her pat her chest defensively for me made my eyes sting. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Cynthia had secretly had a child with her ex-husband and kept it from me for five whole years. Right then, the ward door swung open. A little boy came bursting into the room. It took me only a second to recognize him as Theo. Sure enough, Cynthia walked in right behind him. "Granny! Mommy and I came to see you!" Mia's face instantly lit up. She pulled Theo into her arms, showering him with kisses. "My sweet boy, it's been so l

But the biggest twist came three days later. Rico arrived in person, exhausted from the journey. He carried a small locked case. “Seraphina sent this through a back channel. She says it’s proof.” Inside was a DNA report and a video. The report confirmed something impossible: the genetic marker in our daughter wasn’t just from the Moretti line. It matched a secret project The Phantom Council had been running for decades, designed to create the perfect underworld ruler. The video was worse. Seraphina, looking directly into the camera from her cell:

Not into the system. She’s not just mine. She’s his. And if the world finds out—he’ll do anything to keep it quiet. I whispered, “Sofia’s not just Severi’s daughter…” Ambrose nodded gravely. “She’s also Elena’s.” The ground seemed to shift beneath me. “Elena had a second child?” “Yes,” he said. “A secret child. Born in Spain. Hidden through a fake registry.” I covered my mouth in shock. The girl in the other room wasn’t just evidence.

“You mean… you…” “I own it,” Jenna confirmed, calm and lethal. Celeste’s eyes widened. “Oh my goddess. You’ve been hiding this the whole time?!” Jenna’s lips curled. “Some truths are safer hidden.” She paused, then added coldly, “Like the one my father has hidden from the world. That he has another daughter.” Her friends froze, stunned. “What are you saying?” Mina asked carefully. “That daughter of his?” Jenna’s gaze stayed fixed on the screen. “She’s not me and tonight you’ll see her smiling beside him as if she’s his perfect little treasure.”

Maya's blood went cold. She knew that face. "No," Maya whispered. "Yes," the woman said. "I'm Bella's daughter. We planned all of this together." Maya felt her legs go weak. "Bella had a daughter?" "Bella had many secrets," the mother said. "Just like you." Nan pulled against her chains. "Don't listen," Nan said. "They're lying." Bella's daughter looked at Nan. She pulled the trigger. The sound was loud in the empty space.

I suddenly lost my appetite with all my strength and all I am thinking about is maybe we can still get away from this place before it fully consumes us. Every breath I take feels like I am drowning and no one is coming to save me. I look over at him again and our eyes this time lock, we both know, he knows and I know. And because the secret between us, the one I’ve guarded for two decades, is now sitting at his son’s side. Our daughter. He doesn’t recognize it yet. Or maybe he does, and he’s already playing the next move in his cold, calculated game. I clutch the edge of the chair, grounding myself. I think of Gina. Of her smile, her laugh, the way she still believes in good despite everythi

I opened my eyes and looked back at the screen. Ariana Carter. Age: 21. Enrolled: School of Medicine. My stomach tightened. It wasn't a coincidence. A strange, dark weight settled into my chest. The girl I'd spent the last two weeks trying ...and failing....to get out of my head wasn't just my sister's innocent best friend. She was the daughter of the woman at the center of my father's deepest secret. Did she know? Was that why she looked at me with that guarded caution? Was she playing a game of her own?

Aarvi begged her father with tears in her eyes. "Aarvi Sharma, I sent you there to study not to have sex with that boyfriend of yours," Her mother gasped at the words her father was using against his own daughter. "Viraj, she is your daughter," her mother said. "That is why I am still talking to her," her father said. He was breathing rage at the moment. "Aarvi, I expect you back within a week," he ordered as he looked at the laptop screen. "No… papa," she said no to him for the first time.

Her innocent playfulness served as a stark contrast to the complex web of emotions that had entangled my life. I scratched my head, feeling disconnected from it all. I was suddenly filled with apprehension about her safety. What if they were to meet? Erika's gaze locked onto me, her eyes narrowing as she examined me. I braced myself for her questions. "Right. He's the father," she whispered, and my heart skipped a beat. The room seemed to close in on me, my heart pounding loudly. I turned to my daughter, who was blissfully playing, unaware of the complexity of our lives.

He left with his head bowed, like a man walking out of church. Elena arrived two days later, all perfume and pearls and the firm hug only a woman who has survived this world knows how to give. “Business brought me to the city,” she said, but her eyes were wet the moment she saw my daughter. “Dio mio, look at her. A Bonanno nose and your smile.” She spread a silk scarf on the floor and sat crisscross like a schoolgirl, letting tiny hands rearrange her bracelets. She asked about naps and snacks and favorite songs, then looked at me only when I looked at her—careful not to trespass, careful to be kind.