Novel & Cerita Diggy Simmons Daughter

Amanda asked as we stood in the kitchen finishing up the last order before lunchtime. “I don’t know.” I replied distractedly. “But I guess we’re going to find out soon.” I said and cut the t.v on. “What the-” “Lucy…isn’t that…” “Simmons building?” I replied. “Yeah…it is.” She chuckled. “Ain’t that Livia Simmon’s father?” I nodded. “Why are the police raiding the company?” I was so stunned, I couldn’t even speak at first. “Who knows?” I finally said.

Sophia mocked. “Mocks the one who is going to be the biggest joke of the evening.” Simon Grayson said, slamming his hand on the table hardly. “Everyone, the moment before, she showed how hard she worked for the company, but no one knew what kind of person she was, and no one knew from where her twin son landed on earth. I will tell you that.”

He heard her muttering something he could not understand but could hear the relief in her voice. “I’ve been praying for so long,” she said as she pulled away, wiping her eyes. “I am Anita Sterling and Simon is my half-brother. I thought it’s never going to be heard but thank God that he finally heard me. I thought it will be just months and I did not expect it to be this long.” “What do you, mean?” He asked curiously. Anita step towards inside her unit and gestured for him to follow. “There is something you needed to know,” she said when Grayson finally went in and closed the door. “Simon was about to tell it to his employer until something happened to his daughter that he became angry.”

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.

Even though he is just doing this because of her father, she is still grateful to him. Simon smiled brightly and said, "Hehe. You are his daughter, so you are my daughter too," he said. Shawty nodded. "I am sure he will be happy since he is watching." She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Yes, he is," Simon replied. Ring! Simon's phone suddenly rang. He answered the call immediately. He exchanged words with the caller, but Shawty did not pay attention to what the content was about. She took a sip of her coffee and𝗱 looked outside the window.

Seeing the confusion in Brian's eyes, Simon continued, “This is my daughter. She has been living away with her mother. We only recently found each other again.” Sybil snorted. “So basically she’s your illegitimate daughter…” Both Antonette and Simon fell into an awkward silence. Antonette’s face flushed in embarrassment, yet she still did not forget to try and get on Sybil’s good side. She stood up and politely smiled at her. But Sybil was in no mood to be friendly, if anything, all she felt was disdain. She completely ignored Antonette and went directly to sit down at the dinner table. Undeterred, Simon got back to the matter at hand.

She didn't look at me when she spoke. "Mindy," she said, her voice as brittle as dried paper, "your family owes the Mankin family a life. Grayson was the most outstanding child of his generation. And now he's dead, because of something so absurd. That debt your parents left behind, now you'll pay it." I knelt on the cold floor in silence. Not a single tear came. Numb, I nodded. That night, I signed the agreement. A seven-year contract—unequal and cruel in every possible way.

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.

"Dad has already explained everything! Why are you still trying to stir up trouble?" Dean's expression darkened as he took a step forward. "I want you to leave right now, Dr. Simmons. An outsider like you shouldn't interfere with our family's issues." Lydia grabbed my white coat tightly with her frail hand. A spark of hope flickered in her hazy eyes when she asked, "Are you telling the truth, Dr. Simmons? Does that mean my memory isn't failing me? They're actually monsters?" I didn't answer her immediately. Instead, I walked over to the television cabinet and picked up the family portrait that had been turned upside down, gently sweeping the dust from the photo frame.

“Don’t.” He grinned. “What? I thought he was your favorite child.” Her lips pressed together. “That’s not funny.” “But accurate?” Damon teased. She shook her head, eyes dropping to her hands. “Simon has too much on his shoulders. He refuses to talk to me anymore and now he’s thrown himself at some golddigger .” Damon took the glass from her, finally sitting. “You raised him that way.” Her gaze snapped up. “I raised you both.”