My Date With The President's Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

If only Christian would ever help me out. Just as Edward was walking me out, we crossed paths with the one and only President of the United States. My body went rigid. Was I really seeing the President this close, not on TV, not on the internet, but in person?! “Ah, Edward,” the President greeted, shaking his hand. Then, his sharp eyes landed on me. Edward gestured toward me with a proud smile. “Mr. President, this is my daughter-in-law, Penelope Hilton. She’ll be handling all future White House events in terms of catering.”

No other girl could get away with saying something like that to Dow or any of the guys, but I really was special. Because they were all afraid of my father. It was so frustrating. "Okay," Sara said, "you're not telling me something. How did you talk to him like that?" I sighed and decided to tell her. Might as well. She'd figure it out eventually. "Phoenix is my father." She cocked her head. "Seriously? The president?" "Yeah, well, he's my adopted father." "Holy crap," she said. "You're the president's daughter." "Yeah," I said, sighing, "sure am." I sipped my drink, looking down at the bar.

Eliza said, taking her hand back, “and just so you know, he and Ms. Laura don’t have any daughters, just one son, so he looks at me kinda like a daughter of his own.” James looked at her with a thousand questions written on his face. “He and my dad were roommates at Yale and have been close ever since,” she said, answering the unasked question. He nodded in a daze and gulped. The Secret Service agent spoke. “The President will see you now.” She opened up a door and the Oval Office could be seen within.

Reading the news about Han corporation has again made him feel desperate. Yesterday he thought he would get his daughter to push her marriage with the Han family and gain their support. Before his thoughts could be executed the Han corporation was found in deep water. Now he was worried how badly the news would affect him. Originally, both the Qian daughters were set to marry Han family young masters. Now, one daughter had already broken her engagement due to the youngest son's frivolous behavior while the other daughter who would be obedient was set to be married to the elder son.

How could he father a people when he didn’t have a child of his own. Alyssa’s face whitened a bit. That’s what the both of them must have been discussing when she bumped into the first couple. She had no right to intervene. Richard was simply a husband until now. But a father with Katherine as the mother of his child. She could not feel cheaper if she kept this up. She stuttered when they asked her if she has any insight on the President’s marriage as the director of the Secret Service. She immediately rushed out to the back lawn for a cigarette. Her purse in her hand fished out the packet and the lighter as she sat down on the bench alone.

But since I was here for revenge, I would be anywhere the party raged. I looked around to see some of the socialites whispering to one another. Good. My name was going to go wide and far until everyone here would know who I was. “Have a nice time here,” I said before walking away from him, leaving the man at the table. While I slowly walked away from him, I heard people rush to talk to him. I had not gone far so I could easily overhear their conversation. “Who is she?” someone asked. “Zendaya Montclair,” he said in fear. “She is the President’s ex wife.”

The line went dead before I could respond, his words slamming into me like a physical blow. My hands shook as I opened my phone’s browser. And there it was, a picture of me, arms wrapped around some man, our lips locked in a kiss. His face was blurred, mercifully so, but the headlines were unforgiving. “The President’s Daughter Athena Faris Midnight Scandal!” My vision swam as I stared at the screen. Years of carefully avoiding the public eye, of keeping my name out of tabloids, undone in a single night. Lucien. His name whispered through my mind. He would see this. He would see it. The thought of it alone was chilly.

While browsing through the Internet, I came across the news, I shouldn't have. In the picture, Alora was standing next to the same grey eyed man that I had seen with her at the mall. However, it wasn't the picture that enraged me but the title of the news. "Alora Scarlett, the daughter of the President, is tying knot with Henry Reid, the 5th generation Heir of the Reid Empire." Alora is getting married? Well, that can't be. It must be some kind of a scandal. However, the more I searched for it, the more I realised that this news was authentic.

The cool glass felt nice on my forehead. But when we entered the big gate, I became alert again. The building was huge. Flags waved in the night wind. Many bodyguards stood everywhere. As soon as we stepped out of the car, a voice came running toward us. “Daddy! Look at the Birkin I got today!” A girl ran out and hugged President Albert tight. My stomach dropped. It was her. The same girl from the store. The president’s daughter. Stacy. The one who got me arrested and humiliated.

“By the way… General Puro is throwing a wedding. His only daughter Aurora Have been found…. And she is getting Married….. It a Big one. President’s son.” Soft life kids…. Aurora froze. “What?” What the fuck! Nini shrugged. “Some of her fans were bragging about the invite on TikTok….. They Said it’s Aurora Puro Pucasso and Damien…..the president’s only Son and the general only daughter… Power move…. Aurora’s stomach dropped. She walked out without another word. **Vincenzo’s office ** Salvatore slipped in without knocking—envelope in hand.