Novel & Cerita The Unseen Daughter

His last design broke the international market, how could she be bold enough to ‘wear him the green cap’? They started digging into her to uncover her identity and found out that she was the daughter of the Hartley. But the Hartley's had only ever introduced one daughter— Kelly, so who was this other girl? “Something doesn't add up at all, why would they hide the fact that she's their daughter.” “If I had a daughter like her, I'd hide her too. What a disgrace!” “But how do you dump one sister and get engaged to the other one the next minute?”

"Euna! EUNA!" But her daughter was already gone. Dragged away by attackers who moved like shadows. The leader looked back at Chaewon. "Tell the others: Project Genesis is active. The final phase begins. And there's nothing any of you can do to stop it." Then they were gone. Disappeared into smoke and chaos and absolute, perfect execution. Chaewon knelt in the wreckage, clutching her wounded shoulder, staring at the space where her daughter had been. Gone. Taken. Weapon.

“You just turned your back.” “I was angry.” “You were cruel.” She opened the folder and pulled out a paper. “She’s sick. Emery. She has a rare blood disorder. She needs a genetic match for a transplant. I’m not a match but you might be.” He glanced at the document. His face didn’t change, but something shifted in the air between them. “You’re telling me I have a daughter,” he said, slowly, “and you hid her from me.” “I protected her from you,” Luna replied. “From this. From your world. From the cameras. From the hate. From being called what you called me.”

Today was the day i would finally be seen as an Alpha, not just the Alpha's son. The sound grew louder, and then a sleek, dark figure of a car pulled up outside the compound. From the window, I saw it—an elegant vehicle, its windows tinted, a symbol of power. It slowed to a stop, and the door swung open. Out stepped Alpha Dominic of the Ice Meddow Pack, tall and commanding, his dark eyes scanning the grounds with a calculating gaze. Beside him, his daughter Alice, her face guarded but her posture regal, her eyes flickering with a mixture of defiance and something else.

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau

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.”

“And now you’re optics with my daughter? How does that look to the board? To the investors? To the press?” “Like none of their fucking business.” She wipes her eyes, smearing mascara. “You denied me. And now you’re hard for the one thing that should’ve been off-limits. My daughter. My blood.” “Your blood walked in on you fucking her boyfriend.” I meet her stare dead-on. “You want to talk about off -limits?” Her mouth opens, closes. Color floods her cheeks. “That…That was different.” “Was it?” I stand slowly, desk between us like a barrier I don’t need. “You took something that belonged to her. I took something that never belonged to you.”

"The High Council has reached a verdict. The vial of Nightshade poison, the very toxin currently paralyzing my father, it was found hidden in your personal infirmary. Three witnesses saw you near the kitchens before the Alpha Emeritus fell. And then… there is Sienna." My gaze flickered to the side. Sienna Thorne, the Beta’s daughter, sat draped in white silk that made her look like a mourning angel. A thick, pristine bandage was wrapped around her neck. She looked fragile, her lower lip trembling as if she were about to burst into tears. But when our eyes met for a fleeting second, the mask slipped. In that dark, honeyed gaze was a flash of pure, unadulterated triumph.

And that mistake would grow quietly over time. Until it became love. Until it became obsession. Until it became hatred. Until it became ruin. Because Adrian Hale would spend his life protecting the wrong girl… while destroying the one who actually saved him. And Elara Voss would learn the most dangerous truth of all: that being unseen doesn’t mean you weren’t there. It just means no one was looking when it mattered most. And sometimes, that is all it takes for an entire life to be rewritten.

Beneath it, a short list, each line begun with a dash. — Mrs. Vance. Wife of target. — No independent income. No known allies. — Father: cardiac, surgery pending. Husband refuses payment. — Leverage: father's surgery. — Timeline: wait for her to break. The room tilted. I put a hand on the edge of the desk. Wait for her to break.