James Hetfield Daughter Novels & Stories

What the hell? James smiles at Scarlett and nods. “Because I consider her as my daughter too,” he says. “And I’m proud to represent her here today.”

Sage said quietly. I slammed the glass down harder than necessary. "I know." "Then why" "She is James Winslow's daughter. it was for the leeverage." Sage was expression told me he didn't buy it for a second. He moved to the window, staring out at the snow covered grounds. The silence stretched between us, heavy with everything he wasn't saying.

I am now Scarlett Heidi Grey of Birmingham City; the only daughter of the late Paige Grey and the eldest and legitimate child of the chairman of the formidable JP's Enterprise. I can't afford to fool around. I reminded myself; not when my mother's murderer was still breathing fine and living fine and definitely she wasn't fooling around too, knowing my existence has become the bane of her own existence. "Come on, Sky. I want to introduce you to my Dad," I smiled at her. Moments later, I had introduced my Dad to Skylar and he seemed to like her and approved of her stay with me for as long as we both want. He already approved that some time ago anyway, he only just reaffirmed his promise.

"He's right, though. Stay off the bike. We don't want anything to happen to you." We. I'm being raised by everyone and no one. My dad's not with Toren. He's one million percent committed and in love with his wife, my mother , his teen sweetheart. But she's gone now, and my father is a thirty-two-year-old rock star with a seventeen-year-old daughter, trying to act like he's not broken and lost and on the verge of losing the very definition of his shit. But I know better. He's afraid something's going to happen to me too. That I'll be here one moment and gone the next. And I don't blame him for feeling that way at all because I feel it, too.

My smile widens at his words. "Stop stalling, Amelia. Throw out what's repressing you from the inside out at once." She crosses her arms, making her breasts stand out more, and I drop my gauze, wondering what color her pout is. Damn, focus! She is the daughter of the enemy. It must be a card out of the deck. She is his ex-wife's younger sister and last but not least, she is eighteen years old. "What happened?" I resolve to cut to the chase and avert my eyes from temptation. His face turns into a disgusted frown, but he's still looking at me.

Her dad said, leading the way back to the living room. "No dad. Actually,I want to take my place as our family heiress. I want my identity revealed,I don't want to live in the shadows anymore,I want to be known as the only daughter of President Zander ; Lydia Zander !" President Zander paused, hearing that from his daughter, he turned back to look at her . Surely this woman standing before him isn't his daughter,the shy Lydia who didn't care about the family politics. He is seeing a brave and fearless woman who wants to lead, a woman filled with rage, a woman filled with passion to get what she wants.

She nodded heavily while crying and laughing, "Yes! I am Hazel, your daughter!" "Jam..James.."

"Doesn't she look just like you?" "No, I don't look anything like her." Ashley put her phone away. "Yes, she does. With makeup, she'll look just like you." "What's her name?" "Julie James. Daughter of Henry and Emma James. She's an orphan, adopted by her uncle Jeffrey and aunt Summer Greene. She was an only child of her parents." Creepy. I was convinced she was stalking me from my birth. "How do you know so much about m-her?"

She is being a kid and I can see the changes in her every day that she is with me. But I couldn’t help but look at the woman sitting with pens in her hair typing away on her laptop. Harmony, the daughter of the infamous assassin, Rebel Moretti-Jackson. Daughter of Angel Moretti and Ryder Savage Jackson. Those names hold a lot of weight in both the world of the MC and the Mafia.

I trail off. James exhales sharply, pacing again. “She might’ve left,” he says, his voice strained. “No,” I say firmly. “She can’t. She wouldn’t. Not without her son.” James stops, turning to face me, his eyes blazing. “Her son?” “Yes,” I say. “Edward. She’d never leave without him.” James’ face contorts with anger, his voice rising. “You used her,” he growls, stepping closer to me. “You used my daughter in your twisted vendetta. You put her in danger!”