Simon Cowell Daughter Novels & Stories

Seeing the confusion in Brian's eyes, Simon continued, “This is my daughter. She has been living away with her mother. We only recently found each other again.” Sybil snorted. “So basically she’s your illegitimate daughter…” Both Antonette and Simon fell into an awkward silence. Antonette’s face flushed in embarrassment, yet she still did not forget to try and get on Sybil’s good side. She stood up and politely smiled at her. But Sybil was in no mood to be friendly, if anything, all she felt was disdain. She completely ignored Antonette and went directly to sit down at the dinner table. Undeterred, Simon got back to the matter at hand.

Frank's real father" Celia said. The information made Simon's eyes widened. "What did you just say?" Simon bawled. "You heard me!" Celia folded her arms before going to sit down on the bed. "You must be joking" Simon huffed, before turning towards the door. "Oh! You don't believe? You can go for a DNA test then. I aren't stopping you" Celia rolled her eyes at him. "You fuckïng whore!" Simon spat out really angry. "You want to tie me down, don't you?" "Call it whatever you wanna call it, Simon. But you are gonna have to do everything I say from now on" Celia rolled her eyes at him again.

"What do we have here, Simon?" I asked as I picked up the first file on the stack. And of course, fate just had to play its little joke on me. The first applicant in line was the same woman I’d run into in the elevator earlier. “Celeste? Celeste Koch…?” I muttered under my breath, annoyed. “She’s the daughter of Eduardo Koch. Hiring her would be the smartest move,” Simon said. Simon Peterson. The man who practically raised me in this business after my father passed. The only person whose advice I actually listened to. But right now, what he was suggesting clashed with everything I stood for.

“Because the daughter of the Monroe family is my best friend right now. And she’s desperate to know what really happened to her parents. She doesn’t trust the official story. And I’m helping her. I have to help her.” Simon’s brows pulled together, his gaze hardening as he leaned back in his chair. “The daughter?” he muttered, almost to himself. “Of all people, you’d be close to her.” His jaw tightened. “Small world.” But the way he said it… it wasn’t amazement. It was wariness. Then he straightened, his voice firm, edged with something hard. “But Lisa, listen to me carefully. I don’t plan on endangering anyone. Especially not my own niece.”

"She won't get away with it. None of them will. But right now, I need you to focus on getting strong again. On taking care of yourself and our daughter." Gemini studied his face, sensing there was something more—something he wasn't telling her. "Simon, what's going on? What aren't you saying?" Before he could answer, the door opened again, and Penelope returned with the baby. "Sorry to interrupt, but the nurse says it's feeding time for Miss Maya." Simon turned, seeing his daughter for the first time. His breath caught in his throat. She was tiny. Perfect. A tuft of dark hair crowned her head, and when her eyes fluttered open, they were indeed the same shade of intense blue as his own.

Simon reassures me. "Thanks, bro," I said. I was truly grateful for my brother. "Oh, by the way, why don't you call Olivia Erickson once in a while?" Simon probed me for information. Olivia Erickson, the spoiled brat daughter of Eugene Erickson, who is our father's former partner and a friend. She has been after my ass for years, but I have no interest in her. She is the bane of my existence. No matter how many times I rejected her, she would cling to me even harder.

Simon felt his heart ache to see Monique's pale and lethargic face. Monique grasped onto the hand of a gorgeous little girl. She had a pinkish little face, a delicate pointed nose and long, bushy eyelashes, just like a doll. Simon could easily recognize that the little girl was Monique's daughter. Simon looked at Monique, feeling sad as he expressed his concern by asking dearly, "Monnie, what happened?" Monique bit her lips. No words came out from her as she coldly shifted her glance over to the old woman on the ground.

Simon didn't know Tilly and Victoria had seen Yvette shopping with Benjamin in the mall earlier. He felt bewildered and looked toward Victoria. Ciel stretched his arms wide and stood in front of Victoria. He looked at Simon and said, "Watch your gaze! Don't bully Vivi!" Both Tilly and Ciel were siding with Victoria. Simon frowned. Selene ran over to his side and tugged at his pants. As soon as Simon looked down at Selene, his gaze turned soft. Selene was his precious daughter. Besides Wendy's group of people, the others were not surprised seeing the way Simon was doting on his daughter.

He then glanced over his shoulder at Gary and said, "Mr. Stone, I believe your daughter is in shock. Now that we've settled things here, we should leave and let the cops take care of this crazy woman." Wilson appraised Simon mockingly. "How valiant of you to turn your back on your family for the sake of justice, Simon." "She's not family. Yvonne and I are divorced. She has nothing to do with me," Simon said. "True. I suppose you're just dealing her divine retribution, then," Wilson teased.

Seeing this, Simon said happily, "Oh, Mr. Cowell, I'll see her off for you." "Follow my driver." Patrick looked at me. His black eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice. I wasn't surprised at all to hear him say this. I took a step back and kept a distance from Simon, "I know what's wrong with you, Mr. Cowell. Even if you don't want me, no other man can touch me. But you can rest assured, Mr. Cowell, Mr. Simon isn't blind. He won't like me."