The Unseen Daughter Novels & Stories

Athena continued, “And on me. But look around, Uncle. Do I look like a failure to you?” She gestured toward Julian, whose presence alone was enough to silence even the harshest critics. “I brought Julian Blackwood here. Me. The same daughter you all said wasn’t capable of anything.” She almost let her emotions reflect through her words, but she didn't. But before anyone could respond, Betty, Athena’s cousin, let out a sharp laugh.

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"

She froze when our eyes met. It seemed she knew what was going on between Dylan and me. She wasn't even surprised to see me. Her face was blank as she looked at me. I couldn't stop thinking about the past. The scene was the same as when I left the mansion. "Wow! Look, Mom! A school bus!" Thalia shook my hand and pointed to the yellow bus that had stopped in front of the car we were in. The little girl I saw at the mall got off the bus. She was Dylan and Dayana's daughter.

A handwritten note, yellowed at the edges. The debt isn't for the gambling, Arthur. It’s for the silence. You kept her from me for years. Now, I take the daughter as interest. A fair trade for the secret you buried in the North woods. The paper crumpled in my fist. My father hadn't lost me in a desperate bet. He hadn't been a victim of bad luck. He had sold me. He had used me as a human shield to cover up a murder—or something worse. The "Low-Status" daughter, the wolfless disappointment, finally had a price tag. And he had cashed me in.

"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.

"I am her daughter, Daniel. But why has no one told me about this? Why did my mother hide this from me?" Daniel takes the papers without saying a word, his gaze scanning the letters, also seeking to understand what I've just uncovered. When he looks up, he sees the pain, the confusion, but also the determination in my eyes. He's never seen me so lost, but he knows it's just a step. I will eventually accept this truth, just as I’ve accepted being vulnerable with him. The road will be long, but we will walk it together. "You need time for all this. But listen..." he begins, hesitation in his voice, "we also need to know who Sophie Devereux is. If she is really connected to your father... there

I had to meet him. We met at a local coffee shop near my high school. He told me how his daughter got into a bad crowd during her college years, and ended up getting into drugs. Then they ended up getting into a big fight, and he told her to leave his home and never come back. From then on he thought he would never see her again. But then she turned up to his house, pregnant. He told me that he tried to get her to stay, but she refused and left without a second glance back at him.

While the Famiglia is choosing the territories where they will base their operations, everyone gathers around my younger twin sister, Clara Lombardi, to discuss the matter. My older brother, Giulio Lombardi, points at the map. "We're going to Millano, of course. I've already set up several luxury boutiques and real estate firms there. Besides, it's safer in Millano. It's the perfect choice for us!" Nicolo Piazza, the Consigliere, shakes his head in disagreement. "No, Clara. Don't listen to him. We should break into the medical industry together. I can help you turn the Famiglia's entire fortune into legitimate income within the next year." Nicolo and Giulio continue arguing heatedly whil

"To judge the heart-seed, we must look at the roots. Adjuster, present the Hidden Witness." --- ### The Ghost of 1998 The obsidian pillar—the prison where my Mother was archived—began to crack. But the silver-blue light that emerged wasn't the Devouring Mother. It was something softer. Something small. A girl stepped out of the light. She looked to be about eight years old. She wore a simple white sundress stained with the red clay of the Georgia packlands. She had my eyes, but they were full of a light I had never seen—a light that hadn't been dimmed by twenty years of coma-dreams.

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.