Independence Day President's Daughter Novels & Stories

July 28. The birthday celebration for the youngest daughter of the newly elected President Michael Whitmore, Victoria Whitmore, was held on an extraordinarily grand and lively scale. It even sparked criticism from many media outlets, accusing the president of using taxpayers' money to spoil his daughter excessively. The newly elected president's influence was now immense. Not a single billionaire or government official dared to be absent. Everyone arrived with their wives and daughters, bringing gifts that piled up like mountains. Through the party, they also took the opportunity to build connections and establish mutually beneficial relationships behind the scenes.

"How dare you come back here?" Her voice was flat without any trace of emotion. "And you brought this... dirty child with you?" "Mom!" Rick stepped forward and shielded us behind him, his voice turning cold. "The girl's name is Tina Rivers, my daughter. And this is Mandy Rivers, my wife." "Wife?" Rachel scoffed, then slammed the table and pointed at my face. "I'll never acknowledge her! A woman who only causes trouble and raises a lying daughter is unworthy of being my daughter-in-law!"

“No. He’s here. Same city. Same air. Just… untouchable.” Untouchable… huh? I leaned back in my chair, irritation prickling. “Then why the hell can’t you get to him?” Another pause. “Because there’s something else you need to know.” His tone shifted, like he wasn’t sure if he should even say it. “What?” He exhaled slowly. “Word is… the President’s sister is pregnant.” For a moment, my mind stalled. “…Pregnant?” Lena is pregnant, she doesn’t look it a week back.

Since then, it was just me and my father. That’s how I became the president’s daughter.

"Alright." "Thank you." The First Lady squeezed her hand some and walked away from her to approach her husband. "What's the next move?" The President was about to talk when my phone rang. It was an unknown number. I frowned but went outside to pick it. "Hello?" "If you want the President's daughter to keep breathing, tell her father to publicly denounce his support for Jared Johnson."

I scolded "Didn't you check the internet? Your picture is all over the internet!" She uttered, ignoring my scolding. "Gosh! She is such a joy kill" I heard David murmuring "Come and see yourself" she walked closer to me and I took the phone from her. "The president's first son, Liam Miller was spotted this afternoon with a purple hair girl," said the headline "What the fuck!"

CARLISLE “How did you find her? What are you going to do to her? She has nothing to do with this. Leave my daughter out of this. If you're angry, take it out on me. Leave mine. Just let my daughter go.” All these, he said on the floor, with his hands wrapped around my legs like he was trying to take off my shoes and pants by force. The President of the United States was begging me like a dog. I knew it would come to this but they would never listen.

I’m not ready for any relationship now after what Liam did. “You don’t have to feel pressured about it Aubrey. Just say yes or no, I will be fine with either of it” he said after some minutes of silence “I will think about it. But before then, there’s something you need to know. It’s still about my identity!” “Alright, I’m listening” he said urging me to go on “I’m the President’s daughter!” I dropped the bombshell “I don’t understand. The President of which association? Or is it a company?” he asked looking lost