John Cenas Daughter Novels & Stories

"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."

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.

"Tell me, Evelyn! Is the child mine?" I looked down at him with cold, emotionless eyes. I felt nothing but the urge to laugh. "Dean, you truly have a vivid imagination." I bent down and pulled Candice into a hug so that she would turn her back to the madman. "Candice is four years old. She's my daughter with Jason. She has nothing to do with you."

"Hey! Can you move your fake car out of the way? My mom's Panamera is a one-of-a-kind custom color in the world. Who are you to drive a look-alike?" the girl said. I rolled down the window and looked at her coldly. "Is your father Aaron Meyer?" The girl immediately puffed out her chest and answered proudly, "Of course! My name is Clarisse Meyer. I'm the Meyer family's one and only daughter! You're just a fraud trying to ride on our fame. Get lost now, or I'll have my dad seize your car!"

"Karen, I genuinely had no idea she wasn't really the tycoon's daughter!" At his words, "Cynthia" lunged at him, her face twisted with rage. "You scum! How dare you call me a fake! I am Cynthia Woodward, the richest man's real daughter!" My father gritted his teeth, freeing himself from my grip. He turned to glare at "Cynthia" with fury. "I wasn't aware I had a daughter who's a murderer."

The group of wealthy wives were gossiping in their group chat: [Isn't Jaylene the Saun family's daughter? When did they discover they had another daughter?] [Someone is a bit behind on the news. Jaylene is actually the child of Darcie and her ex-husband. It's true that she grew up in the Saun family, but she's not Wenham's biological kid.] [Wait. Wenham had a daughter with another woman while he was with Darcie?]

I am now Scarlett Heidi Grey of Birmingham City; the only daughter of the late Paige Grey and the eldest and legitimate child of the chairman of the formidable JP's Enterprise. I can't afford to fool around. I reminded myself; not when my mother's murderer was still breathing fine and living fine and definitely she wasn't fooling around too, knowing my existence has become the bane of her own existence. "Come on, Sky. I want to introduce you to my Dad," I smiled at her. Moments later, I had introduced my Dad to Skylar and he seemed to like her and approved of her stay with me for as long as we both want. He already approved that some time ago anyway, he only just reaffirmed his promise.

Jason cut off the secretary. " Her mother, Cynthia Jones is late sir." The secretary replied. " Do you have a picture of her mother?" Jason Inquired. Of Mira turned out to be the daughter of his aunt, didn't that mean that his aunt was no more? How would grandmother react to those news? He was sure everybody in the family would be devastated. " It's easy to find pictures of Cynthia Jones in the internet. Afterall, she was the CEO of Jones group while she was alive." The secretary commented, placing afew copies of pictures on Jason's desk.

My smile widens at his words. "Stop stalling, Amelia. Throw out what's repressing you from the inside out at once." She crosses her arms, making her breasts stand out more, and I drop my gauze, wondering what color her pout is. Damn, focus! She is the daughter of the enemy. It must be a card out of the deck. She is his ex-wife's younger sister and last but not least, she is eighteen years old. "What happened?" I resolve to cut to the chase and avert my eyes from temptation. His face turns into a disgusted frown, but he's still looking at me.

"What nonsense are you spouting now?" "Jasmine Brainer is the name of my late daughter, and Alex was the name that I had prepared for my son. I returned to France because there was a message stating my daughter was bedridden from an illness. Soon, Yelena lost our son because of the deep misery of losing our daughter. Several weeks later, we did an investigation. I, Yelena, and Alexander found that your brother was the last person to get in touch with Jasmine." Gary Hayes suddenly changes and looks like a dying person after hearing the possibility that Jason may also be involved in his friend's daughter’s death.