Diggy Simmons Daughter Novels & Stories

When Wynn sat down next to her, she greeted her, "Wynn." Wynn responded with a brief hum. As Wynn ate, Ruby munched on sunflower seeds and suddenly said, "Oh, right—the Simmons family's daughter, Nancy, got her engagement called off by the Thatcher family." The Simmons and Thatcher families she referred to were from Youtopia. Both families were well-matched in status. Nancy and the eldest son of the Thatcher family, Landon, had grown up together. Both were refined and talented, and it was said they had a great relationship.

“Bethany, is she the daughter they adopted later on?” “Yes.” I nodded. “Simone dotes on her very much, like she was her biological daughter.” Yasmin frowned slightly. “Isn’t she about two years younger than you?” “How did you know?” Hearing my response, Yasmin’s brows curved in a sympathetic manner as she explained, “It’s highly likely that Ben is raising the daughter of Simone’s former lover.” “What?“ Caught off guard, I was stunned. “What do you mean? Bethany is the daughter of Simone’s former lover?”

When we came out of the gate, Simon immediately opened the door for me. I smiled. "I don't want to thank you. "I laughed but he frowned when he pinched my cheek. "You're a cute baby girl! Is your dad there?" I shook my head and took the bag. "Nope! In another country. He's busy." He nodded. "Ah, okay. Can I ask for Jez's number?" I smirked and looked at him. "I know, right! What happened to Simon, the playboy? Why did you ask me not to her?"

He whispered in disbelief, "This can't be... You're not my Lily. Give her back to me." With a laugh, I pulled out a string of bells I had pocketed on my way out. "Your Lily's gone, Simon. She's dead and gone." I gave the bells a shake, and they chimed sharply. Simon crumpled to the ground, his eyes searching wildly until they landed on Nicole's picture. He clung to it like a lifeline. "Nicole! Our daughter—" I cut him off sharply, "My daughter. My daughter, Nicole Scott, has nothing to do with you."

For a moment a blurry image flashed through his memory. The silhouette of a little girl standing in front of a moss-covered grave. Simon frowned, raised his hand to his head, and collapsed. It was this pain again, every time I was with her. "This is Simon, your husband. My daughter's happy day couldn't come, so I brought him here today to debut. Look at him, isn't he very handsome? "

"She won't get away with it. None of them will. But right now, I need you to focus on getting strong again. On taking care of yourself and our daughter." Gemini studied his face, sensing there was something more—something he wasn't telling her. "Simon, what's going on? What aren't you saying?" Before he could answer, the door opened again, and Penelope returned with the baby. "Sorry to interrupt, but the nurse says it's feeding time for Miss Maya." Simon turned, seeing his daughter for the first time. His breath caught in his throat. She was tiny. Perfect. A tuft of dark hair crowned her head, and when her eyes fluttered open, they were indeed the same shade of intense blue as his own.

It was almost 3 am, and I had to get up early, but as soon as I lay down, the image of David running his tongue over his lips while looking at my lips made my body heat up. Thank God the pill takes effect, and I fall asleep, but the dreams I had, I would not tell anyone, not even the psychologist I had been seeing since the day I was tricked into joining the organization. This dream was on the list of things I didn't dare repeat out loud to anyone, right next to "I kill someone." David Michael Campbell is Simon's eldest son and the only one with his first wife. She had been missing since the day she tried to divorce him, and everyone knew Simon had something to do with that.

This also meant he would not be able to get a single cent of my inheritance. The policeman sighed and seemed to see right through me. “This is your last chance.” I did not understand and kept putting on an act. Then, he showed me a video on his phone. It was footage of the park. Sam had asked me to wait there while he went to buy some water. While I was waiting, a little girl fell off the slide. One of her teeth got knocked out, and she started crying as blood dripped from her mouth. I scooped her up immediately and comforted her before I used her smartwatch to call her mother.

After all, Bonnie was not close to this mother of hers. “What’s wrong again?” Simon walked over at once. A hint of anxiety flashed across Diana’s gaze the moment she saw the handsome man. However, the crying baby in her arms stopped her from thinking too much. “You’re back. Bonnie must be too tired. I can’t coax her. She’s waiting for you to come home.” Simon reached out to take his daughter into his arms. The baby girl stopped crying the moment she saw him. She even took the initiative to snuggle up in his arms.

“Let’s start with your and her name.” I took a deep breath, feeling like I was about to take a leap of faith into the unknown. “I am Zoe Simmons. Daughter of Joe and Aroosa Simmons.” Saying my mother's name felt strange—especially after what my father had done to erase every trace of her from our lives. The room fell silent. Xavier and I exchanged confused glances. We both noticed how everyone’s eyes widened slightly at the mention of my mother’s name. “Did I say something wrong?” I ventured, testing the waters.