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Olivia is pretty much like any other random teenaged girl, except that she lives just off the west wing in the staff quarters of the White House with her mother. Olivia and her mother have a deadly secret they have to keep at all costs. A secret, that if they want to stay alive, can never be revealed. President Oliver Harrison is her father.

The President's Hidden Daughter

"Do you know that black and white framed picture of me that's on my desk?"


"The one with you in your fancy toque blanche?"


"Oh my," Elizabeth smiled at her daughter, "excellent French pronunciation!"


"Thank you!" Olivia sat up straight at the compliment.


"Yes, the photo of me in my fancy white chef's hat — that was taken by your father."


"Yes, Olivia, your father, the President of the United States."


"In the kitchen of Le Terra, in Alexandria, when I was the sous chef there."


"It's where we met. Your father was a young, handsome, first-term congressman from Illinois who came into the restaurant a lot."


Her mom looked down. "Yeah, you could say that."


"Before I knew it, I had fallen hard for him and found out I was pregnant."


"No. You came later. I was pregnant with your sister, Sofia."


Olivia stared at her mother, mouth open in disbelief. Again, Elizabeth looked down.


"I could never bring myself to tell you."


"No, mom, you're not. I just, I mean, I can't believe I have -"


"Yes! Where is she? Where is Sofia? I want to meet her!"


Elizabeth pulled a deep breath into her lungs and took Olivia's hands in hers.


"When Ollie found out I was pregnant, he threw a fit, screaming at me, asking me I how I could be so stupid!"


Tears welled up and streamed down Elizabeth's face as Olivia pulled her mother into her arms in a deep hug.


"He told me I had to 'get rid of it' - - like she was a thing to be thrown away." Elizabeth was choking on her words, sobbing.


"That was when he told me this would ruin his career if his wife found out."


"Wait. What? Oh my God, mom! He was married then?"


"Yes. I'd kind of suspected, but I was in love with him and I didn't want to believe anything bad about him."


"I refused to do what he wanted. I told him this was his responsibility too and that if he wanted to save his marriage and his career, he needed to take care of me and the baby."


"Mom," Olivia squeezed her mother's hands, "you were so brave!"


Elizabeth smiled and looked into Olivia's eyes with love and appreciation.


"Ollie kept his word. But, he got more than he bargained for."


"Your sister has Downs syndrome. Ollie insisted she be put in a group home where she could be better cared for and -"


"He wanted to keep me around, but not her."


"She was a reminder of his affair with me and he couldn't stand that."


After a long silence, Olivia asked, "Where is she?"


"Saint Thaddeus. Up in in Northeastern Pennsylvania. It's a sort of group home for the developmentally disabled."


"But, Downs kids - I mean, their not disabled, they're -"


"Olivia, I know. But Ollie wouldn't allow anything else."


The two stopped talking as Olivia's mind raced, trying to comprehend all of her mother's revrlations.


Olivia looked up, staring intently into her mom's eyes.


"And, so after all that, you kept fucking him?"


Elizabeth was still looking at the ceiling, as if looking for answers.


"Mom. What happened? How could keep sleeping with a man like that?"
