John Cena And His Daughter Novels & Stories

“Second slap is for the way you treated Lydia, Why did you hate her so much? She was a good, well-behaved, and brilliant woman!” Kelly rolled her eyes hearing Lydia's name. “The third slap…” Grandpa’s nostrils flared. “...was for the company. Clinton, what the hell is wrong with you?” Clinton remained quiet, confused. “Talk to me!” Grandpa roared, his voice slicing through the air like a whip. Kelly flinched. Clinton’s throat went dry. “I had no idea about Lydia being…” He trailed off, unable to form the words. Grandpa’s grip on the shears tightened. “She’s President Zander’s daughter, you fool! The daughter of the most powerful man in this country! And you let her go?”

Brian put down his pen and looked up at the person in front of him. " Yes sir," John replied. "Where is she now?" Mr. Brian asked. John hesitated and answered. "Lady Cindy is sharing a house... with a man in Y City." "What?" Mr. Brian got angry, slamming his hand on the table. "It's the truth?" "Yes, president. I took a few pictures of them." John put down an envelope on the table. Mr. Brian picked up the envelope and looked at the pictures one by one. His expression slowly changed when he saw the picture of his daughter.

"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