روايات وقصص ضمن The President's Daughter

Is that possible? There are also recent photos of her and his sisters with some soldiers around them then another family one with the President and his daughters. He also saw his wife's photo, Zara as the President's daughter who died in a car accident several months ago along with her husband. Wait, they thought he was dead or something? What on earth is even going on with his life? Why does it suddenly look like everything about him is either a joke or lie?

"Don't tell me—" "You got that right. I'm Sabrina Chadvier. The one and only daughter of the president." She deadpanned with a serious expression on her face. Davion is engaged to 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."

Otherwise, according to the president's usual style. The more she wanted to run, the less likely the president would let her go. The president should have thousands of ways to make her stay. And there was Little Nomi between them. Little Nomi was the president's biological daughter. The president probably wouldn't let Little Nomi leave with Monique. "No, the president looks like he wants Little Nomi to leave with Monique." As these thoughts crossed Song Xu's mind, he asked incredulously, "Why?" Henry glared at Song Xu with his dark eyes.

I picked up my phone and dialled her number. “Son, I didn’t think I’d get a call from you so soon.” She said, and I refocused on the entrance of my office. I could hear the amusement as she made her way over to me in a turquoise dress. “I thought you’d try to go against me first.” I came to my feet. “Why are you doing this?” “My daughter-in-law is in the hospital because of your little girlfriend. Did you think I’d just sit by?” “This is unnecessary, mother. Why then am I the president if I don’t have any power here? Do you really want me to hide in your shadow for the rest of my life?”

“Your father-in-law has gone to see Zendaya.” This news had me gritting my teeth. What was he playing at? He was up to something and I could feel it in my bones. It was high time he knew his place and I was going to show him what I was capable of. The cabinet meeting had already given me a headache with the scandals that had been going around lately. If things didn’t go according to plan I wouldn’t be able to run for another term and that would destroy my reputation as the people’s president. It would be the most shameful exit of a president in the history of the company. I had to set things right.

“I’ll give you a hundred bucks if Dick Balsac is under the age of sixty-five. I’m going to be delivering this box to a crazy old man who probably has a collection of blow-up dolls he has conversations with.” “Whatever you do, don’t step inside for a cup of tea,” Vi advises. “That’s how you wind up in a hole in the backyard rubbing lotion on your skin before someone makes a suit out of you.” “Sage advice.” “Go deliver the box,” Vi demands. “Your life is boring. This is literally the most interesting thing to happen to you in forever.” “It is not!” I protest even though I know she’s right. You’d think that being the daughter of the President of the United States would be inherently interesting

There goes the No public knowledge down the fucking drain. “Niccola Fairchild, daughter of Monica Sutclife, who recently married Magnat Cole Sutcliffe, joining their fortune, is photographed kissing Phillip Price. Will the next marriage join the most popular families in New York?” I read and close my eyes for a few seconds, not believing what I am seeing.

“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.

Summer woke up to my parents hugging each other in tears. She said mockingly, "You can drop the act. Even if Sienna is alive, she won't want to be your daughter. You two were much crueller than I was. Sienna wouldn't have been so miserable if it weren't for you two." Summer no longer cared about anything. Every single sentence she said was to provoke them. In the end, my parents left the hospital in a huff. They spent the next few days handling my funeral.