Diggy Simmons Daughter Novels & Stories

Ana, her daughter, with a birthday hat topped with a number five, worn on her head, silently looked at her with eyes that was once bright in the morning, gone completely lifeless at this time. Her pouty lips thinning. “It’s past my birthday now,” Ana paused, her gaze at the piece of cake in front of her was silent but hard, the hat she worn drooping as she lowered her head. “We didn’t get to celebrate my birthday…. at all,” she finished, looking worn out for her age. A moment of silence enveloped the two of them, gloom hovering above their heads. Quite suffocating.. “Mommy… does daddy really have another kid other than me?” she asked, coughing, the blush she had from excitement earlier faded

I was yet to sight any of them and a lot of folks were going home already. “Mrs. Debbie, I was wondering…" “Mum, did you just say he is Mr. Simon's son?" I was interrupted by her daughter who appeared to be Cassie's age. Lord. Her voice was damn loud. And that was it. Everyone wanted to have a handshake with me like I was a celebrity. Including the women. “He is one of the top hockey players in Michigan." I heard someone say. “I know Simon is a fine man. But who knew he had such a super fine son?"

But in this moment I'm happy forget them with my best friend. As we watch the sun coming up and burns our skin. Era gives me a side stare. “Stop starting at me, dumbass.” “Sorry. I can't help it.” She giggles. I realize I really miss that sound. “But you know what Simon?” “What?” I lean one arm behind me while the other holds the ice cream that is almost running out. “I have a daughter.” I drop my cone and every remaining happiness I feel is suddenly gone.

“I'm sorry. You know, I'm not used to guys buying something for me. Talkless of paying the bills.. Except my elder brothers. ” “Don't you know who she is bro? ” Camila asked... “I don't, but, I know she's Zoey's best friend---” “So you don't know she's President Simon's Daughter... ” “You are kidding right? ” I shuttered... “She's not... ” She uttered, laughing at my shocking expression. “I'm Cali Rea Simon, President Simon's only daughter... ” She uttered at that moment; I knew I'm finished...

Even before it could gather momentum. “I am sorry… I didn’t know” Ben broke the silence. He resented Simon for not having a bottom line and supporting Dolce’s treatment of May. However, he miscalculated. Poor Simon wasn’t even aware! “I…I…” Simon shook his head not knowing what to say at first. “You didn’t know” Simon shrugged “No one other than Amelia and Dolce knew. She was the illegitimate daughter of my father.” “I never had the courage to break the family taboo and now I will never have the chance.” Simon sighed with regret.

said Jacki, Simon's youngest son. "She's just a foster child; she came here because of Grandpa's kindness in adopting her, but instead she wants to humiliate our family," complained Diana, Merry's younger sister. Simon's three children could only stand by and enjoy their meal in silence. "There's Aland there too, and he's even being arrogant to Aland and belittling him," Penelope said, continuing to heat things up. "That's enough. You guys finish your food," Simon said, pressing the bridge of his nose and walking away.

Simon felt his heart ache to see Monique's pale and lethargic face. Monique grasped onto the hand of a gorgeous little girl. She had a pinkish little face, a delicate pointed nose and long, bushy eyelashes, just like a doll. Simon could easily recognize that the little girl was Monique's daughter. Simon looked at Monique, feeling sad as he expressed his concern by asking dearly, "Monnie, what happened?" Monique bit her lips. No words came out from her as she coldly shifted her glance over to the old woman on the ground.

He said calmly but Emily wasn’t the least impressed. “Well, you can’t.” Emily walked past him, inserted the house key in the keyhole, and opened it but didn’t go in immediately, instead she turned to him, “I have a question though, now that you won the case, did you think you can now condone my gold-digging daughter?” Simon was stunned at the words she said, “I… I don’t understand…”

“Yeah, I get that. I tried to pick it up again during lockdown. Thought it would be a good way to kill time. Ended up realizing I’m pretty hopeless at it.” I manage a small smile. “Yeah. I know the feeling.” Mom brings out the first course, setting dishes on the table, and Simon immediately offers to help. Of course he does. My parents practically beam at him like he’s the goddamn second coming. I just poke at my food, keeping my head down. “So, Simon,” Dad starts, cutting into his steak. “What do you do for a living?” Simon swallows his bite, wiping his mouth before answering. “I’m in digital marketing. Mostly freelance. It’s been pretty good, actually. I like the flexibility.”

She stumbled along the street, and her world spun as she heaved with dry retches. "Anthony Lancaster, so you really do love Winona Stone…" She slid to her knees and thought of the first time she'd met Anthony. Four years ago, Simone's parents died in a car accident. She'd gone from being one of Avenport's pampered heiresses to an unwanted orphan. She and her sister, Thalia Nolan, had no choice but to rely on each other.