Novel & Cerita The Secret Daughter

Kenneth Johnson had invited everyone in his company, myself included, to this evening’s engagement party for his daughter…a daughter the entire city believed to be dead. '' How is that even possible? '' I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing and all the side gossip I was hearing in the office while I was working. I leaned back in my chair, fingers tapping lightly on the edge of my desk. The mystery of it all shockd me to my heart. Why now? Why the secrecy all these years? The Johnsons were known for their lavish lifestyles, but this ball seemed to carry an extra air of surprise. Without wasting much time, I grabbed my phone and dialed my mother's number. If anyone could offer some insig

Just an endless, screaming black void as my entire world shattered into dust. He kept talking, but I barely heard the words through the roaring in my ears. Something about walking into her office, about seeing a little girl sitting there. Blonde hair. Green eyes. Looking so much like him it was unmistakable. Their daughter. Rayne had a daughter. A daughter he hadn’t known about. A daughter Amber had hidden from him. A daughter that wasn’t mine. I clutched at the sheets beneath me, my fingers curling so tight they hurt, nails digging into the fabric.

She called it sacrifice. Maybe both were true. He never recovered. And I was foolish enough to think I could fill the space she left behind. One drunken night, I became the woman he hid from the world. His assistant. His secret wife. The mother of the son he never claimed. That morning, I printed two documents: my divorce papers and my resignation letter. When my coworker leaned over my desk, she frowned. “You’re really quitting, Jo?” I forced a small smile. “Yeah. My son’s father works overseas. I’m taking my boy there. It’s time we’re together as a family.”

"It was the perfect hiding place, Lucien. You thought you were keeping her safe from your mother, while I was using your money to monitor the restoration of her neural pathways. We just needed her to remember the decryption key before we eliminated you." "The key is useless," Lucien rasped, taking a bloody step into the room. "I changed the encryption protocols thirty minutes ago from the medical bay. The offshore accounts are locked. If my heart stops, the entire Vane-Ardent fortune is distributed to every major charity in Europe. You get nothing." Casper’s eyes narrowed into slits. For the first time, the machine showed a glitch. "You’re bluffing. You wouldn't destroy your father's legacy.

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.

Finally, she pulled out her phone and dialed. The call connected promptly. “I need information on someone.” The voice on the other end turned professional. “Who?” Chelsea’s lips curved into a cold, calculating smile. “Sephora Cole.” “That would be a little difficult. She is CEO Cole’s wife.” “I’ll pay you double the usual. I want to know everything.” She paused, then delivered the crucial detail. “Especially about her secret daughter.” There was a short pause before the investigator confirmed. Then the line went dead.

The traitor’s daughter. The girl whose mother was the last healer to treat my father before he rotted from the inside out. Her mother was the only person outside my family who knew our lineage was diseased. It wasn’t impossible that she might have told someone else, I’d always had my suspicions that she hadn’t been working alone when my father had been murdered. Was Elara just here to play helpful little omega? Or was she hunting for the family secret? My mind spun, instantly connecting dots that probably didn't even belong on the same page, but the panic in my chest didn't care about logic.

I couldn’t speak until I was eight years old. Everyone in the Sterling family called me dumb. Even my mother would secretly wipe away tears, convinced she had given birth to an autistic daughter. Whenever my father looked at me, his eyes were filled with nothing but disappointment. However, for the sake of the family’s reputation, he could never bring himself to send me away to a special education school. Then came the day someone from a prominent hedge fund company arrived to acquire our family company, Sterling Group. He was so arrogant that he chewed out everyone in the boardroom until all of them hung their heads low. The room full of corporate executives fell silent, too terrified to

And I was never one to break my promises. Life became better when I found out that the man who I thought was my father was not really my father. Apparently, my father was a dude named Robert Romano and my stupid mother knew about him yet she didn't tell me. Oh, how I lost it that day—I tortured my excuse of a mother to death. I've always loathed her for bringing men home but when she hid something that big from me, I couldn't. She was never really a good mom, anyway. She would make me work for her, clean the house, hit me every now and then, so when I found out that she had been lying to me about who my father was, it was like something just clicked inside of me and I completely lost it.

"You hung around for six years. Let's not make this messier than necessary. Here's a thousand dollars. Call it a severance package. You'll never do better than me. Pack your bags and get out. And don't you dare show your face again. Don't interfere with Stanley and me. People of our class don't associate with poverty-stricken strays. If I hear you telling anyone we dated, I'll ruin you." I found myself on the street, suitcase wheels catching on uneven pavement as torrential rain lashed my face - each drop a cruel reminder of everything I'd lost. Then tires hissed through the downpour as a black Mercedes glided to the curb. A beautiful woman stepped out, her frame slim, her movements purposef