The President's Daughter Novels & Stories

Contracted Story Don't Plagiarize It. {Advice/ What a plan?? } Andrew's POV “I'm Cali Rea Simon, President Simon's only daughter... ” She uttered at that moment; I knew I'm finished... I didn't expect to meet the president's daughter this way. Wtf!!! I'm fvcking responsible for her condition, I need someone to talk to. Seriously, this news is too much for me to bear alone. The president and I only saw each other once but the first lady had several...

Her dad said, leading the way back to the living room. "No dad. Actually,I want to take my place as our family heiress. I want my identity revealed,I don't want to live in the shadows anymore,I want to be known as the only daughter of President Zander ; Lydia Zander !" President Zander paused, hearing that from his daughter, he turned back to look at her . Surely this woman standing before him isn't his daughter,the shy Lydia who didn't care about the family politics. He is seeing a brave and fearless woman who wants to lead, a woman filled with rage, a woman filled with passion to get what she wants.

"I did, sir, but it's urgent. The President's daughter, Miss Irish, is here to meet you personally." "What did you say?"

I asked "His name is Ryan Miller, the president's youngest son" she dropped the bombshell "What the fuck! I thought as much" I uttered President gave birth to three children, two boys, and one girl. Heard they were very rude but I thought they were all tales. Now, Ryan has proved me to be mistaken.

So, the ugly truth of these top executives talking behind the female president is all out in the open now. “This is way too much! Missy is the only legitimate daughter of the Hamilton family! What the hell were they thinking?” Jason, the President’s secretary sitting in the passenger seat, was so angry that his cheeks turned red. “Ah, all that stuff about being the legitimate daughter, that’s all in the past now. I don’t care about It, yet here you are still fussing over it.”

Noel looked at her gravely. "Yes, she is the daughter of his vice president Mrs. Dorothy" he revealed. Gasps of shock and surprise echoed among the media people. "Sir, do you think that President Nathan is forcing the girl and her parents?" another reporter Inquired. Noel banged the desk in front of him to emphasize his point. "Of course he is. If not, how can any parent willingly allow their daughter to date a man who is more than a decade older than their daughter?" he realised confidently.

How could her own father leave her to fend for herself in that immense place? "I don't know what that is..." she sang, confused by my words. "Are you talking about Daddy?" "Yes. Is he a very, very important man, Lucila?" "I can't tell you that; it would be dangerous for me," she whispered, giving me an alarmed look with her big eyes. "My mom says I shouldn't tell anyone about my dad because bad people could hurt me." "Then, she is the president's daughter!" "I'll call the president; I think she's here right now," nodded her colleague, picking up the phone, and then pressing buttons that I didn't bother to watch.

##Chapter 34 Financial Crimes Michelle's POV “President?” The lady widened her eyes in shock and I smirked at her stupidity. “Mr Taylor?” I smiled mockingly at the lady in front of me. She turned out to be the vice president's daughter. I was a little bit surprised because I thought her father would be the country's president. “Ma'am, I-I am … sorry” he said with a shaky voice, and his daughter's face was as good as the ghost.

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.

"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.