John Cena And His Daughter Novels & Stories

"It doesn't matter what you did to my sister. And I don't know what you did to her daughter, Sienna. But I need you to stay the hell away from my daughter." My eyes squint at her. My head is spinning so fast I’m surprised I’m still standing. "Her daughter?" She doesn't say a word. She just stares at me with those red, burning eyes, daring me to keep playing dumb. “What a fucking minute!” Jennifer had a twin. Kandice is the twin. Diana is Kandice’s daughter. And Sienna... Sienna is Jennifer’s kid. “Jesus fucking Christ.” I gasp for air like someone just kicked me in the ribs.

But she was the one who chose to leave, Slade. ‘If she’d stayed a little longer, who knows what Jin would have done. But the fact remains that he has a daughter out there who needs him. ‘Don’t hold onto this secret, Slade. Tell your father about Jenna, and you make him understand that she needs him. No matter what, you make sure your father knows that I am proud of him. There is no ill-will that he has a child with someone else. Tell him to love and cherish that girl with all that he is.

In Brookhaven, around the same time, Nicolas Johnson or a part of him, was being laid down in a mahogany made casket, right next to Jenna Austin-Johnson's father's grave; Timothy. Jenna stood closest to the grave, her eyes glazed from crying the previous night before the funeral. She held her cool throughout the entire event, holding her daughter in front of her who understood that her father was gone and was not coming back any time soon. She (Jenna) was in a black short dress and her hair flowed with the wind of that cold morning. She approached the grave with the coffin lying inside it and grabbed a mound of red soil between her fingers. Natasha watched her mother and did the same.

"I understand why you'd want to meet here now." Mr. Jenkins nodded, his eyes refocusing. "Your dad trusts me, Knoxville. And I trust him. That's why I'm here, to discuss something crucial." Knoxville's interest piqued, he leaned forward, eager to hear more. "What's that?" Knoxville asked, curiosity sparking in his eyes. "Well, the thing is, I'm an old man," Mr. Jenkins began, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "I had no family, but I have a daughter. She's married now and has a child, but she's divorced."

Of course, her mother was very angry and wanted her daughter to divorce. However, her mother-in-law didn’t believe her. She even said that Rosa was the one who abused herself to blame her precious son. Rosa didn’t give up and try to talk to other David relatives, still, no one believes her. Everyone thought that she abused herself and blame David just to have huge alimony since David had become richer.

"Dad, what are you saying? You're joking, right? When Queenie was screaming at me for a divorce, she was perfectly fine! She's still mad at me, isn't she? She put you up to this, didn't she?" My father didn't respond. He just kept walking. Richard refused to let it go, his voice rising in desperation. "Dad! Enough, okay? Stop messing with me! Queenie's always been dramatic—crying, making a scene, threatening to kill herself! She just wants to teach me a lesson, right? And Cammy—Cammy is my daughter! How could I possibly not care about her? I already found another kidney donor! Just bring her back! Stop playing games with a child's life—"

" I couldn't help but chuckle coldly. Jana had always been strong-willed, which was why after marrying her, I did everything to support her career. I arranged for her to become general manager while I stabilized things behind the scenes. But now, she seemed to have forgotten who was really in charge. Brighton Group was founded by my grandfather, Chadwick Haynes, and I owned 75% of the shares. I quickly messaged the HR and legal departments of Brighton Group. I was going to remove Jana from the position of general manager in front of everyone today. My daughter, Leah Haynes, couldn't stand seeing others insult me and started arguing angrily, "What are you people talking about? The woman on st

Joseph urged his daughter, making her see it as another way of healing away from the city of Los Angeles. Her father saw this as the only for his daughter to heal and bring a child into this world without any chaos or crisis. He knew how much love his daughter had for Ethan and wasn’t to let her strong girl look deceive him into thinking that she would try to reach Ethan soon. If Ethan was to ever find out the truth and return asking for forgiveness, he was aware of how fast Jessica would return back to his arms.

Still, deep down, Jenna refused to believe it. “Hank and Natasha do look unusually young, but rich people who know how to take care of themselves often appear younger than they really are. That’s nothing strange,” she thought. She stared at Hank stubbornly, her voice breaking as she cried out, “That’s impossible! You clearly switched us at birth. I’m the daughter of the Jernigan family. You can’t abandon me!” After seeing how absurd the situation had become, I motioned for Hank to put me down. I walked over to Jenna and spoke calmly.

However, she had no other choice because her daughter liked him. She said in a friendly tone, “Zivon, I am not disturbing your work, right? So, Jenna is recovering well now. She is fully conscious today, and she can hear us. The doctor said that someone that Jenna likes has to be accompanying her and talking to her. So I hope that you can come and accompany Jenna.” The tone of her voice was not a commanding tone where she was giving instructions to her son-in-law, but instead, it was a courteous discussion.