Independence Day President's Daughter 소설 & 이야기

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

’ Maxime’s eyes widened in the realization that Alexa was possibly the President’s daughter. Albert smiled warmly at her, after seeing the turn of emotions on Maxime’s face. When she turned pale he smiled, knowing that she just realized what he said. “Athena-- I mean Alexa is my daughter. So, don’t worry… I won’t hurt your friend. I just came here to visit and see how she’s doing.” Maxime immediately folded her arms and gave way to the President. “I’m sorry, Mr. President. I didn’t know.” She bowed her head in respect.

I whispered. “It’s okay” Sir Harold looked at Sir Vescinzo and later they approached me. “Mary, the truth is This is my son” Surprise covered my face at what he said. He gave me a photo that looked exactly like Grandpa’s face. Or I was wrong. That’s not really Grandpa. Even before I could speak, Nica spoke, causing me to stop. “He’s your Daddy, Mary” I think they’re just kidding. How did I became his daughter?Besides, I didn’t even know that Sir Jayson (Vescinzo) had a brother.

He looked at me, his eyes wet, but proud, so proud it made my chest hurt. "Vivian Lin is my blood. Lin Hao's daughter. My granddaughter. And after witnessing her abilities, I announce—" He stood up, slowly, but standing tall, "—she will officially become President of Lin Enterprises after passing one final test." My heart stopped. President. Not Acting VP. President. The chair my father sat in. The chair Grandfather sat in. The chair Margaret always wanted for Arthur. Leo gasped, "President! Boss! You—" Julian's hand found mine under the table and squeezed, hard, his black eyes shining with something like pride and something like fear, because President means more danger.

(Mason’s POV) I sat quietly in the living room, watching everyone pace restlessly. My parents were here, they had come running the moment they heard the news. “You mean that good-for-nothing woman is the president of Smithfield Global?” my dad asked, disbelief heavy in his voice. That was the third time he’d asked the same question, and the answer hadn’t changed. Yes, Patricia was now the president. I had never been this shocked in my entire life. It still felt unreal, like a bad dream.

Even if they paid for her motherhood, she should still be cared for. Lita stood up quickly when she saw the chairman’s son enter. She was nervous, but she immediately hid her true feelings. “Mr. President, thank you for visiting. My daughter is still sleeping and is tired from giving birth.” Adrian first glanced at the woman lying in the hospital bed. He looked at her belly, and it still looked big, just like her wife’s when she had given birth. “Mr. President, now that my daughter has given birth to a boy, what is the plan?” Lita asked.

She was covered in sweat and her legs began to tremble as she tried to process what she had seen. “THE BLOOM’S ELECTRONIC OWNER, STEPPED DOWN FROM HIS POSITION AS THE PRESIDENT OF THE COMPANY AND HANDED OVER THE MANAGEMENT OF THE COMPANY TO HIS LONG-LOST DAUGHTER, WHOM HE REUNITED WITH RECENTLY” that was the news Sophia had seen on the news feed and the cover photo of the news was that of her dad and Hillary, shaking hands.

She said with a mouth full of oats. "Not every president's daughter is not involved in mafia, the president himself handles a lot of stuffs. Mafia, Religious groups and alot more, even the president's daughter has a lot to deal with," I explained before i took the last bit of food left on my table. I wasn't still filled. I ordered just a small amount of food. I raised two of my fingers and beckoned at the waitress to come to my aid. The Canadian beauty approached me with a tray of food.

Mrs Evelyn stared at her daughter for some time, she sensed something off but decided to keep it for later. They had guests who needed to see her right away. "You deserve everything beautiful my child," Evelyn said, hugging her daughter. "Wipe your tears and come on in. The president's aides are here to see you." Just like that, June wiped her tears and Lucy fixed her make-up. They returned to the party and June met the president's aides. "Happy birthday, Miss." One of the men said. "The president sends his regards. He wanted to be here but some matters held him from making an appearance."

“Red Lady and guest to see POTUS.” The breath caught in his throat and nervous drops of sweat trickled down his brow like the condensation on a cold drinking glass. “What!? Why didn’t you tell me? I would have dressed better than jeans and Chucks.” She let out the giggle she had been holding back. “It’s fine. He won’t be in a suit either.” “But . . . the . . . Pr-Preseident!?” He was stuttering at the thought of it. “Oh,” Eliza said, taking her hand back, “and just so you know, he and Ms. Laura don’t have any daughters, just one son, so he looks at me kinda like a daughter of his own.”