Diggy Simmons Daughter Novels & Stories

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.

I added sarcastically, my gaze shifting snidely towards a smug Livia Simmons before meeting his gaze with an accusing look in mine. “Oh, um, Lucy-this-uh, this is an old friend of mine. You remember Mr. Simmons. This is his daughter, Livia-” “Oh, please, darling,” Livia chirped, her voice loud as if requesting all eyes to be on her. “You don’t have to introduce me. Everyone already knows who I am.” I scoffed, and rolled my eyes, unable to hide the clear annoyance on my face.. “Yes, Alaric-I didn’t tell you?” I retorted. “Your dear sister made it a point to introduce Ms. Simmons to me.”

I whispered. “Looks like it.” “He must have known her because it looked like he picked her out.” “Look at Simon, he is pissed.” Damian pointed out. Turning my head, I saw the girl walk up to Simon and say something I couldn’t hear. Simon’s face was enraged. Von didn’t seem to care, as his arm was casually draped over her shoulders. I kept watching as the people I assumed were her parents came over. The mom hugged the girl before looking at Simon. “Oh, fuck…” I whispered.

From then on, for over twenty years, Simon never had another woman. He had met the best woman in the world and lost her. No one could ever take her place in his heart. He raised his son, Gauge, alone. As his parents grew old and realized they couldn’t change his mind, they gave up on him. In the last two years, both of his parents passed away. Before his mother died, she often repeated one phrase, “There’s another one.” Simon never understood what she meant until now. He finally realized she was referring to the child he and Tiffany had—a daughter named Anna.

Did she manage to leave before the attack took place? After Tia rolled her mother's stiff body over into the side of her father, she went up the daunting steps of the pack house that she once called home but never felt like one. She paused at the open door leading inside. At that very moment, everything flashed before her. She was a little girl, running down the stairs after her brother and sister, begging them to let her play with Simon's new toy too. Simon placed first in the Junior Warrior Championship. This was right before Tia was kidnapped and Simon was almost twelve. No matter how fast Tia tried to get down the steps to join her siblings, they didn’t wait.

the child chirps and throws her arms around Simone’s neck. For the first time in days, Simone smiles when she hugs the child to her chest. “You know what, I missed you too.” “Can you make me some eggs? Mommy’s doesn’t taste as good as yours." I smile at the pair. The girl is adorable, and it’s clear that Simone loves her. Do I really want to rip her whole world apart again? She’s happy here, she has friends, people who care about her. Do I want to be that asshole?