John Cena's Daughter Novels & Stories

“You just left us! How are my son and I supposed to survive?” Xena clung to James’s coffin, sobbing uncontrollably, her eyes red and swollen. Beside her, Charlie, a boy around seven or eight years old, wailed just as loudly, crying out, “Daddy!” Relatives, coworkers, and other onlookers exchanged knowing glances, some barely suppressing smirks at the dramatic scene unfolding before them. Before I could say anything, Mia shoved Charlie away. “Get lost! That’s my dad! Don’t call him that!”

Selena couldn't even swallow her saliva easily after hearing Meazus' words. “So...” Tears welled up in Selena's eyes. “So, you're not my daddy?” Deanna tried to explain it to Selena. “Even though biologically you are not Meazus' daughter, we consider you our own daughter.” Selena bowed her head because she was very embarrassed. How could she not be? She was a stranger among them. Selena was the daughter of Sharena and a man who had disappeared. Did a stranger deserve to make Deanna cry? Did a stranger deserve all the privileges that Selena had enjoyed for the past fifteen years? She could go on vacation anywhere and get everything she wanted while living with them.

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.

In the hallway, I had flirted with her casually, but now, seeing her care for my mother, I felt a strange sense of admiration. Mrs. Idris, my mother, glanced between the two of us, perhaps sensing something unspoken. She let out a soft sigh, as if resigned to the oddness of the situation. Then, turning to Jennifer, she introduced me. “This is my son, Samuel,” she said softly. “My only son. He’s the husband of Anna Edgewood.” Jennifer’s eyes flicked to mine, a slight pause before she nodded. “It’s a pleasure to meet you properly, Samuel.”

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."

I no longer expected anything from them. All the sincerity I had poured into them… I considered it thrown to the dogs. I wouldn’t pursue it anymore. Because I was dizzy, I underwent a brain CT scan. The results confirmed a mild concussion. Mira stared in disbelief. "Did your mom do this too?" I nodded bitterly. Instantly, outrage exploded across her face. "What kind of mother could be this cruel to her own daughter?!"

Every member of the Sedgewick family froze, staring at him in bewilderment. Jenna immediately panicked and stepped forward. “Dad, you can’t just favor Willa and deny me just because she grew up by your side!” she shouted. Byron, who was standing nearby, finally could not hold back a scoff. “Where did this fraud come from? Mr. Jernigan is only in his early thirties. How could he possibly have a daughter your age? Did you not even bother to do basic research before trying to claim a family tie?” Still, deep down, Jenna refused to believe it.

"I was wrong, Dad. I'll listen to you from now on." It was obvious that Dad hadn't expected me to get so sentimental. He coughed unnaturally and asked, "Don't you like to sing? You should do what you want to do." I was stunned. "Johnson Group has been preparing to expand into the entertainment industry for some time now. We'll prepare a company for you to handle! But you're inexperienced, so Jessica will guide you." Jessica Batford was Caleb's daughter. She was only a year younger than me and had just returned from a prestigious overseas company.

“Meet your wife, Zachary. That is Lauren White. Daughter of Senator White.” The words didn’t just land. They detonated.