Novel & Cerita Presidents Daughter

It's not my fault, and besides, his daughter is beautiful. It seems strange that she went 8 months without even a suitor. "That you needed to talk to me alone," I said seriously. Minerva looked at me strangely and shook her head several times. I couldn't discuss this situation with her present. She would probably send me to hell or something like that, that's for sure. "Oh, right. Daughter, could you leave us alone for a few minutes?" Her father spoke in such a paternal yet authoritative tone that for a moment, I was going to get up and leave.

"Rainie, can't I stay in the capital? I promise I won't tell anyone about your identity. I just want to see you occasionally and know how you're doing. No matter what I have done, you are my daughter!" Hilda grabbed Rainie's hand and refused to let go. Rainie was shocked and looked angrily at her mother. "Why are you telling me this? Are you trying to blackmail me? Hilda, are you out of your mind? Do you know who I am? I'm the daughter of the president of Canada! I'm incomparably noble!" "Hiss... Rainie, you don't have to pretend in front of me. You're my biological daughter. We're both clear about who the president's daughter is."

“What is going on?” Sasha’s eyes widened as she remembered. “Right. You don’t know.” “Clearly,” I replied. She leaned in. “See that blonde girl getting out?” I looked towards the SUV. A stunning blonde stepped out, looking like she’d walked off a fashion magazine cover. Perfect hair, perfect makeup, a perfect uniform – everything about her screamed money. “That’s Lisa Hart.” “*The* Lisa Hart?” I asked, my brow furrowing. Sasha nodded. “The President’s daughter.”

he asked softly, knowing how deeply the young girl's wellbeing weighed on her father's mind. This is what Hideous was worried about. The daughter of the president is much more fragile than anyone else. It was because he was raised by his father to be kind. Even though she had a heart to lead and the strength to do so, when it came to danger, she couldn't help but worry. After all, that lady is afraid to die. The president's expression darkened with worry. "She's struggling," he admitted, his voice tinged with sadness. "The trauma of the incident... it's left her shaken and afraid. She wakes up screaming in the middle of the night, terrified of every sound."

Rita asked coming I'm with as smile as jse held my hands. "That's the best thing I've seen in ages." She said as I gave her a smirk. "I never knew you were so powerful." She hyped as I rolled my eyes "I'm not powerful, it's just that, that weak bitch needs to be thought some lessons." I said I'm anger. "Yeah, her personality needs a make over." Rita said as I gave a smile. "Who is she?" I asked going back to do dishes. "Oh, she's the president's daughter." Rita said as I turned to her.

' Arethusa thought to herself as she looked at her pair who couldn't meet her eyes. Her pair's answer brought her out of her chain of thoughts. "…I need to spend time with my daughter, she is at a critical age right now and she needs her father, she is showing signs of depression and I think it is because of the attention moving away from her to her baby brother." That was not the case. It was true that the president's daughter was in her teen years, and it was true that those particular years were critical for a human because of how much their hormones changed, but the damage the child was being subjected to was not hormone-related.

Racheal waited nervously the whole night and most part of the next morning for her father's return. As the president's daughter she understood politics, and could not share in the joy of her countrymen. This proposed marriage was no beautiful union or an example to emulate as the local and international media was making it out to be. She was sitting out on the balcony when she heard heavy boots approaching from within her room. She stood up in panic when she saw the white uniforms and black hats. Two men reached out and grabbed her arm, while the third man said,

"Ahh---" "Mom? Who are you talking to?" Suddenly, the young man I met before in the WH, came out. I also flirted with the agent, thinking he was the genuine bodyguard agent Mercado. I was surprised when I saw him. He was also surprised to see me. "Miss Natalia? What are you doing here?" He approached us and stood next to the woman I was scolding earlier. "Mom, this is Natalia Aquino. The president's daughter. Big sis is watching over her in the White House," Rizal introduced us. I'm dead. "Miss Natalia, this is our mom, Leah." I'm dead. I'm so dead. Earth, crumble and swallow me. Wrong move, Nat! Wrong move!

Giggling as she heard that name, Mira can’t help but smirk. “I was there that time. It took me time to recall it though. So that is why she looks so familiar. You bought her in an auction huh” “And what is the Presiden’t’s daughter doing in an event like that?” Smirking, she saw how Aiden drinks the glass of wine on his hand. “The daughter of the president is dead, didn’t she dies in the GALA” “I thought so too, now I wonder” Lights then started to give life in the place as music gets a bit louder and the crowd gets busier.

He sounded like a four year old who had just been handed his most favorite toy. As Rashford walked away from the big, presidential office, Bronx turned to me. "You have not met my daughter, Peter. She was away when I had the party." "Oh, I see." I replied, waiting to see the President's daughter. I knew Bronx had children but I thought they were all boys and three of them. This girl must be the last of his children. Soon, a young beautiful girl barged into the office and ran forward with an excited squeal. "Daddy!"