روايات وقصص ضمن The President's Daughter

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's as strong as her father. "Ava, come to mama," the president's daughter said, coming closer to her. Ava gave a long face before hissing out loud at her. "President's daughter, please go to your dad's house. My dad doesn't like shabby girls like you, you look ugly, consider this advice from a wonderful girl to man chaser" She insulted her. She raised her hand up to slap her, but I stop her before she can do that wanted, I feel a rage of anger in me.

"I hope it's your size, excuse me for being so messy. I want you to wear it at all times, see you at nightfall, I have news that you will be happy to hear." His words filled me with joy, I kissed the letter and sighed, I know I shouldn't delude myself, but it's the first time a guy wrote. ............ Clara took it upon herself to talk to her daughter about the princess's proposal, she was more than happy, she knew that Queen Margareth would never do something like that. In addition to the fact that she always mistreated her.

Since then, it was just me and my father. That’s how I became the president’s daughter.

He held her chin up, to meet her gaze but she grabbed his wrist off her chin. "No." She bluntly rejected as she strides towards the door. "Why?" He shrieked at her. "Because I don't think he will be able to hurt you in any way." She understood Francisco's fears. Before stepping out as a presidential aspirant, he was the head of the cartels, not known to many. He was able to cover his tracks nicely. Araceli found no reason for his worries, or perhaps it was because she didn't want to be the one to jeopardize Franco's career.

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