John Cena And His Daughter Novels & Stories

“My Mamma isn’t dead! You have no right to say that she is!” The living room fell silent for a moment. Donna Moretti hesitated before looking at Father. “Don Vitale… this is…?” Father’s face looked as cold and hard as iron, his voice completely emotionless as he said, “A servant’s child.” My entire body froze. It was true that he had already announced to the outside world that Bianca was his only daughter. At school, Bianca had always told everyone that I was the daughter of a servant, too.

His voice was sharp, and she spilled the beans immediately. "Ms. Johnson wishes to take her daughter back to Sinoria, where she can be reunited with her husband and Tabitha's father." Timothy choked on his words. That was a lie, and anyone could've seen through it if he'd just picked Tabitha up from school once. Regret overwhelmed him, but that wasn't the point. He hung up and booked the first flight back to Sinoria. He needed to take Yvonne and Tabitha home. He would not be separated from them again.

"How would your parents be disappointed? You're not even their biological daughter…" The moment the words left his mouth, Aaron quickly corrected himself. "Besides, don't they already have another daughter now? And college entrance exam scores don't define a person anyway. You're talented no matter where you go. You'll shine anywhere." Remembering what the floating comments had said, I stared directly into his eyes. "What about Yvonne Brooks?" "Her?" Aaron sneered with obvious disdain. "That real daughter they just brought back? She has no manners and no class. Even if she gets into university, she won't amount to much."

"Hey, once I'm dead, remember to play these videos on the big screen at the company building. Even in death, I still want to mess with them." In the video, I was sitting across from a woman. She came across as elegant, her dark eyes not leaving me for a moment. If one took a closer look, they would notice a faint glimmer of tears. The woman was Jenna Thompson, the daughter of the richest man in Taloville. She was my childhood sweetheart too.

“It’s a bit too cold for canoeing now in the winter, but when you come back some time later... Maybe during springtime or in the summer? Not that I take it for granted, of course, but you’re always welcome to stay here if you do. And then you and Jakecan...” “I can do what?” my son interrupted, still clearly hyped from his Celine Dion boost. “We’re going canoeing!” Catherine erupted in joy. But her smile fell when Jakeclearly back tracked. “Hell, no! Not in a million years!” There was a moment of pressured silence. “Sorry, Marty, but I’m not going, and you know why. But you can ask...” He snapped his fingers and thought hard. “What’s her name? Dad’s secretary?”

The moment I stumbled outside, a wall of flashing cameras engulfed me. Reporters surged forward, shoving microphones in my face. "Audrey, is it true you instructed your daughter to harm the twins because you were jealous that Becca gave birth to sons?" "Sources say you're unable to conceive again, and that you wanted to eliminate the Langer family's bloodline. Care to comment?" "Mr. Langer has already issued a statement saying he will hold you accountable. Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

Viana just stared ahead with wide eyes, too traumatised by the entire night to even push his hand away. Before I could step in and rip his hand off her, the doors of the ICU swung open. A doctor stepped out looking down at the clipboard in his hand. He looked completely exhausted. My father immediately dropped his hand from Viana's shoulder, and we all crowded around the doctor. "Are you the family of Ms Jenna?" he asked, looking between the three of us. "Yes," I said, my voice tight as I stepped closer to Viana. "This is her daughter, Viana. And my father is her partner. How is she, doctor?"

I just looked him in the eye and smiled. “You already made up your mind for everyone. So who exactly is this ‘let me choose’ performance for? The reporters? Or the people you do business with?” Seraphina blinked fast. She stepped closer, grabbed my father’s arm, and let her voice break at just the right moment. “Brielle, do not speak to Dad that way. He only worries about you. He is scared that no one will ever marry you.” Her voice carried just enough for the nearby tables to hear. Someone nodded along. Someone let out a sigh. Someone mumbled that the older daughter was so kind and thoughtful.

Sending her a smile and a wave of my own, she runs up to the front seeming to be spurred on by her excitement. “We’re the family of Justin, I’m his mate Julia and here is our daughter Jennifer, who wanted to make a speech for her dad and tell you all how much she loved him.” The woman with huge tears in her eyes says, her hands on the shoulders of the little girl I now know was called Jennifer, who nodded.

I watched the client leave before turning back to them, my voice ice-cold. "How did you find me?" "Mrs. Johnson's daughter works in the same office building as you. We saw you," Sophie said quickly, her eyes darting around the fancy café. "Looks like you're doing pretty well now." "If you have something to say, say it." I didn't ask them to sit. Mom's smile turned awkward. "Elayne, I know I hurt you before... but I'm still your mother. You can't just abandon me."