Diggy Simmons Daughter の小説・ストーリー

the older lady muttered with irritation. That caught Aria's attention. "You know her?" Aria asked her. Mrs. Simmons face twisted Into a sneer. "She is the daughter of my family friend. I hate that girl to the core" Mrs. Simmons muttered with irritation. Aria has first-hand experience about how Natasha is. "Me too" the words slipped from her lips before she could stop them. Mrs. Simmons gave her a knowing smile. "No wonder your face paled as soon as you saw that girl" the older woman murmured.

Simmons himself on Monday. Today is Friday, I could save myself the two days of waiting. The Simmons’ home describes the kind of life they live. From the well trimmed trees, to the cobblestoned driveway. The multiple security lights brighten the way. But I was seeing the road clearly either way. How put together everything is says they are a family that lives by the books. It is a wonder their last daughter is as wild as she is. I guess, the thing about last borns getting the best of everything is true.

"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.

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?"

“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.

She was beautiful, kind, funny, positive, rarely cursed, and could give it back to me just as good as I gave it. At one point, I pictured what life could’ve been if my daughter had been born and Simone stuck around but had let go of that fantasy as soon as I remembered our contract. Simone was there for the money—nothing else. She dreamed of traveling and attending school to become a social worker—not being tied down with a baby and a sometimes emotionally unavailable man. I was mid-sip when I heard feet padding down the stairs. I checked my watch and was surprised it had gotten so late. With Simone’s arrival, I should have had zero issues falling asleep; however, I was still restless, hence

The girl ran to her while she crouched down and brushed the confetti off her face. “But, I repeated what you told me,” Ashley let out a breathy laugh and shook her head. “You heard wrong, Simona,” She pressed a kiss to her forehead and stood straight, smiling. “My daughter is autistic and loves to call everyone her dad. I’m sorry if she made you uncomfortable,” I didn't smile. Didn't even know how to feel. All I did was just stare at her—numb. “I only repeated what you…” Her daughter winced and I caught how she tightened her grip around her wrist.