The President's Daughter Novels & Stories

Surely, she’ll know it’s not true. “That is a gossip magazine,” my father begins. “It’s not true.” I can see the fury glowing behind his eyes. “I don’t know about that,” Allan says with a shrug. “It’s right here in black and white.” “It’s not true,” I say, keeping my voice calm. “A. Savage took over her father’s business just a day or so before we had our meeting to establish the details of us procuring the property. Up until that point, no one even knew who Mr. Savage’s daughter was. I certainly didn’t.”

NAOMI ​ I walk down the hallway of Cedars-Sinai Hospital, and the air smells like disinfectant mixed with faint coffee. Nurses move quickly, their Crocs gliding against the polished floor. The Los Angeles rain has soaked me, leaving my sleeves and hair damp. I hold Sophie’s tiny hand tightly in mine, her warmth pressed against my palm. My six-year-old daughter blinks rapidly at everything: the bright signs, the glass doors, the polished nameplates on every office door.

"Just picture it, in an age when women are waking up to their power. A mother financially tormenting her only daughter. If you nail this story, think of the payoff!" Her hesitation crumbled to dust. A true journalist would never pass up a story with real value. Three days later, the announcement hit the video platform. Celebrated educational influencer Jessica Lowell was set to unveil a groundbreaking live documentary series titled, 'Cruel Mom Refuses $80 Allowance, Poor Daughter in Trouble.' My daughter, Evelyn Smith, and I had both signed on for the reality show, agreeing to let cameras follow us around the clock for a full week. No filters, no edits–just raw, unvarnished life.

"Hey! Can you move your fake car out of the way? My mom's Panamera is a one-of-a-kind custom color in the world. Who are you to drive a look-alike?" the girl said. I rolled down the window and looked at her coldly. "Is your father Aaron Meyer?" The girl immediately puffed out her chest and answered proudly, "Of course! My name is Clarisse Meyer. I'm the Meyer family's one and only daughter! You're just a fraud trying to ride on our fame. Get lost now, or I'll have my dad seize your car!"

She put her on her back, and they blew me kisses before leaving for her room. "Lucas, what happened? Why did Mrs. Logan and Melissa your president, ran out like that?" Adam asked with a confused look before coming inside. I wanted to laugh, but I pulled myself together. "Why are you referring to her as my president's daughter? Isn't he your president also?" I said, and chuckled. "No, how can that callous man be my president?, all he cares about is himself." Adam said.

I grinned like an idiot and took the stuffed flower bouquet from Elayne. "Thanks." Then I went quiet, eyes glued to my phone. Elayne slid her hand over the screen. "Don't look at that." I shook my head. "It's fine. I'm not mad." The camera zoomed in—Mom and some girl in the pic. Caption: [Valentine's Day with my daughter, Tia.] Elayne gave me that look—like she was trying to read my mind. I forced a smile. "I know her. Tia was in the bed next to Dad. She's an orphan. Got better thanks to donations.

This is too much for her to bear. He said he was busy with work, he was actually busy with Lilliana. Why would her friend do that to her as well? She knew Felix was her man, why did she do this? Just then, the door pushed open quickly and her mother came in. She heard it on the news, the President Advisor was giving his daughter hand in marriage to ambassador Felix Freeman. Their pictures were everywhere on the internet. The various Television stations were announcing it and she heard. She knew her daughter would be heartbroken. Hence she hurriedly came into her room.

“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.

"Surprise! The daughter of the president of Watson Pharmaceutical privately dates with the assistant president of the Parker Group!" The attached picture was a photo of me and Luke in the underground parking lot of the Parker Group this morning. Luke's photo was a frontal view, which was clear, while my face was not captured. "Oh, my God! This is too chaotic. Didn't there be some rumors recently that the daughter of the president of Watson Pharmaceutical is engaged to the president of Parker Group? Why does she part with the CEO and insist on dating an assistant?" "What? The daughter of the president of Watson Pharmaceutical is engaged to the president of Parker Group. When did it happen? I

Then her voice slowed. “Lena… you mean your father owns this entire estate?” I shrugged, grinning. “The Ricardo estate, actually.” She stared at me, deadpan. “You’re joking.” “Nope.” “Oh my goodness.” She pressed a hand to her chest. “How—how have you been the president’s daughter this whole time we’ve worked together? And acted like some beggar?” I laughed so hard I nearly choked. “I’m not the president’s daughter, Julia. My father’s just… wealthy. Very wealthy. But still just a businessman.”