Presidents Daughter Novels & Stories

"We all make mistakes, and that’s okay. What matters is that you have a heart full of love, and that’s something truly special. You are perfect to me, just as you are. You are my daughter, and I am so proud of you." Tears pricked at the corners of Anna’s eyes, but they weren’t tears of sadness. They were tears of relief, of gratitude, of love. She had spent so much of her life feeling unwanted, unloved, and now, here was this man—this father—telling her that she was perfect just as she was. It was almost too much to take in, but in the best way possible. "I’m proud to be your daughter," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she squeezed his hand.

The Organization President couldn't bring himself to say the word 'dead' because up until now President Carlton still can't admit to himself that her daughter is dead. President Carlton's daughter was Emma, who is Andria's best friend. Emma is also the reason why the Organization President and his wife along with Mr. Ambrose is so close to the family Hale. "Then I will hang up now. The documents in front of me is so stressing." "Please take care of your self, President. Your health is much more important than your work." "I know." The Organization President hanged up and Mr. Ambrose walked back to where his underlings are.

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau

Then her voice slowed. “Lena… you mean your father owns this entire estate?” I shrugged, grinning. “The Ricardo estate, actually.” She stared at me, deadpan. “You’re joking.” “Nope.” “Oh my goodness.” She pressed a hand to her chest. “How—how have you been the president’s daughter this whole time we’ve worked together? And acted like some beggar?” I laughed so hard I nearly choked. “I’m not the president’s daughter, Julia. My father’s just… wealthy. Very wealthy. But still just a businessman.”

(Mason’s POV) I sat quietly in the living room, watching everyone pace restlessly. My parents were here, they had come running the moment they heard the news. “You mean that good-for-nothing woman is the president of Smithfield Global?” my dad asked, disbelief heavy in his voice. That was the third time he’d asked the same question, and the answer hadn’t changed. Yes, Patricia was now the president. I had never been this shocked in my entire life. It still felt unreal, like a bad dream.

"My God! Is this Mr. President's illegitimate daughter? What's going on?" "Bah! She is no illegitimate daughter. She is Ms. Carrey's daughter! Haven't you heard that Ms. Carrey was pregnant when she left Fidelysia? For unknown reasons, when the president found her, the child was gone and the first lady had become mentally disturbed..." No one entered the ancestral hall, but the words of the father and daughter were captured by the media. Everyone's eyes were red with shock. It turned out that the person whom the president took care of was not his mistress, but his long-lost daughter?!

I said to her and she landed a slap on my cheeks. "Don't talk to me anyhow, you have no power now,you might be the president's daughter but your father is dead now and you Don't have anyone"she said to me and tears welled up in my eyes. "How did you know that I am the President's daughter?"I asked and she frowned. "It's all over the news that the president has a daughter and you are getting married to my boss who would become your legal guardian"she said to me and tears rolled down my cheeks.

He went inside the living room, panting as he held a newspaper. "Why are you shouting? What's wrong?" Mrs. Sarah said annoyed. Ethan bowed to her and handed the newspaper to Mike. "This morning, a reporter saw Cindy at the airport with her father. Turns out Cindy is the daughter of President Brian. They have returned to X city." Mike snatched the newspaper to look at. In the photo is a girl wearing a mask, walking next to an elderly man, Mr. Brian. Behind them were many bodyguards. Although the photo only shows the back of the girl, he clearly recognizes it as Cindy.

I’m not ready for any relationship now after what Liam did. “You don’t have to feel pressured about it Aubrey. Just say yes or no, I will be fine with either of it” he said after some minutes of silence “I will think about it. But before then, there’s something you need to know. It’s still about my identity!” “Alright, I’m listening” he said urging me to go on “I’m the President’s daughter!” I dropped the bombshell “I don’t understand. The President of which association? Or is it a company?” he asked looking lost

“No. He’s here. Same city. Same air. Just… untouchable.” Untouchable… huh? I leaned back in my chair, irritation prickling. “Then why the hell can’t you get to him?” Another pause. “Because there’s something else you need to know.” His tone shifted, like he wasn’t sure if he should even say it. “What?” He exhaled slowly. “Word is… the President’s sister is pregnant.” For a moment, my mind stalled. “…Pregnant?” Lena is pregnant, she doesn’t look it a week back.