John Cenas Daughter Novels & Stories

Emily looked at her nervously and demanded, "Jessica, are you really Royce Osborne’s daughter? I’ve asked you to arrange a meeting with your father many times, but you’ve always made excuses to avoid it. Were you just deceiving me this entire time? Are you actually related to him at all?" Jessica’s expression froze suddenly, and she explained frantically, "Of course, I’m his daughter. My father is just incredibly busy; he’s been away on a business trip in Africa lately, which is why he hasn’t had time. Ms. Hopkins, I am telling you the truth. If you still doubt me, I can show you a childhood photo of myself."

Drake: Your Majesties… is there a problem with my daughter being your son's soulmate? Charles: Alpha Drake? Is this young woman truly your daughter? I thought she had disappeared… Drake: Yes, she was kidnapped when she was two years old. Her poor mother died of grief. For sixteen years, I searched everywhere for her, but it was impossible to find her. Her kidnapper had imprisoned her.

She asked again. “Yeah, she was in a vegetative state and suddenly her body couldn't take it anymore so she gave up the ghost.” Once again, he shook his head. Cecilia’s eyes widened. She couldn't believe it but then she shook her head in disbelief. She loved Jasmine, how could she turn out to be the daughter of the woman she hates the most? That also means that she was Daniel’s stepsister and her husband’s daughter. Impossible. Nature cannot be so cruel.

He asked. "She is the daughter of Mr. Chen, the CEO of the Chen's Group in Yang City. She came back from America last week," Mary said. There was a slight smile on her face. Judging from her son's tone, she was certain that her son was interested in Jenny. Jenny was the most attractive and charming girl to the upper class girls in the country. That was why she chose her. Zac nodded. "I'll go and say hello." Then, he walked towards Jenny.

Let's see how her medicine tastes in her mouth. "Jenna" Chris called out his daughter's name. He couldn't believe his eyes; his daughter was in front of the hall, half-naked and looking so inappropriate. Jenna realized that she was downstairs already and she tried to struggle out of Zoey's grip but Zoey was not having it. She held on to her tightly and was too strong for Jenna to fight so she could only surrender and beg her father for help. "Dad please help me, get this lunatic arrested" Jenna pleaded.

—Are you all right, boy, do you look a little pale? —Yes, I'm fine, I just... I mistook your daughter for my girlfriend. My father was not pleased to hear that as he made a gesture of displeasure. —She is Serena Elizabeth Hernandez, and you... you look a little big for a girlfriend of this age, don't you think? —No, no... I didn't mean that... it's just that, she passed away and... she looked like that when she was.

She could no longer like this person, "Because now we're friends. Miss Armstrong will definitely not mind sharing with me what you know." Helena took a sip of coffee and replied, "Of course. Celeste is the biological daughter left behind by my father. She graduated from college at the age of 20. She usually has no job other than staying at home and no friends. She spends all day lazing around and waiting for death."

She was glancing around her in despair, clutching an equally dirty and injured Jovie in her arms. Celena's beautiful eyes were etched with fear and despair as she gazed out at the audience before her, all whispering and murmuring about her terrible state. "Who are these people? Why are they inside a cage?" "I know who they are! That's Celena Stone, and that child she's holding is her daughter, the one she birthed with Liam Cole! What a terrible sight! They don't deserve to be kept in a cage like this!"

“So Phoenix, weakened me? That is why it took me so long to break from it then? And that’s why the others couldn’t wake up by themselves too?” The blinding white smile of hers reappeared. “You’re getting it. Yes, in all honesty, you should never have woken, it should have taken much longer than four years. That’s why Mrs Velt was so interested in you. She was shocked that someone with that gift she has been researching for so many years was so close. Daughter of an I.L. agent. Someone that we all fought with back in the days.” “What, my dad?” “Yes. He was one of the best.”

I replied. “She has no public romantic ties,” he began. “No husband. No registered partner. No engagement.” That should have eased something in me. It did not. “But,” he continued, “she has been making frequent visits to a private hospital.” My grip tightened around the phone instantly. “For what?” I asked. “For her daughter.” The word did not land gently. It struck. A daughter. My mind did not soften. It sharpened. “How old?” I asked immediately. “Six years old. Name is Jasmine.”