The President's Daughter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Are you determined to follow me everywhere? We’re divorced! Where did you get this makeup? These clothes? You think it makes you less of a swine? A pig is a pig, even in silk." "Do you know who you're speaking with?" she asked, feeling a dark amusement. "And who am I speaking with?" Greene sneered, leaning in. "I’m the President’s daughter," she said clearly like she'd been waiting twelve years to finally let him know that. Greene’s laughter rang through the room, attracting every eye. "You're the President's daughter? What an irony! If you're the President's daughter, then I'm nothing but the god of birth!" " What did you just

He vaguely remembered that the daughter of President Dacota seemed to be called Nicky. "Is this young lady the daughter of President Dacota?" Seeing Allen having some doubts, Natasha covered her mouth and smiled, "Dr. Peterson, I forgot to tell you that Nicky is the daughter of our president." With Natashsa's confirmation, Allen confirmed that his guess was true. He took a deep breath and said, "Hello Miss Nicky." "Don't call me Miss Nicky, call me Nicky." Nicky laughed. "That’s right, you can call her Nicky, since you have a great relationship with the president, so it’s okay to be less formal." Natasha laughed.

My father is Horatio Finn. He is one of the most important businessmen in the world today, he's an important CEO and I am his only daughter. Everyone is after him, although they always respect his privacy since the accident with my mother. She died in a car accident when I was 7 years old. All 3 of us were there, so my father and I, surviving, had to go to a lot of therapies and support each other all this time, for that reason, we are so close. He is my best friend.

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...

"I don't even think the president's son is good enough for my daughter. Who do you think you are to hurt my daughter like this? "I'm telling you that things won't end this easily!"

I announced, holding the phone up proudly, showing the rest of the team the photo as evidence. “Yeah? What did they have?” Captain Elder asked, his face softening. He had always liked Bryson, and of course, the whole world was waiting with baited breath on the birth announcement. To say that Anna’s father was an important man would be the understatement of the century. Her father, Tom Spencer, was currently serving his second term in office as President of the United States. Anna, as first daughter, was a celebrity in her own right because of that. The press hung on every word that she and Bryson said and it seemed as though the whole world was gripped with ‘Annason’ fever, and had been for

"Angela, you're pregnant with your second child now. You have to be careful about everything." Gary quickly chimed in, his tone respectful. "Dad, Mom, don't worry. I'll take good care of Angela. She's the hero of our family now." Ever since Angela gave birth to a daughter for Gary despite his fertility issues, her status in the Cardone family had skyrocketed. Mrs. Cardone bragged to everyone that Angela had a naturally fertile body, and that the second child was definitely going to be a boy. Even the Miller family had landed several business projects because of it.

she asked, pronouncing gorgeous wrong. Riley’s uncle looked at me and smiled, absolutely charming. “Absolutely stunning,” he said. It wasn’t easy to make me blush but he somewhat achieved it. The kind of man I typically ended up in bed or say, in a street race with after a long night was nothing like the man my daughter chose to bring to me. He was cleaned up and looked responsible instead of rugged and grungy. My eyes followed my daughter as she ran back to his car and opened the door to his backseat. “Liyah?” I called for her, confused.