The President's Daughter Novels & Stories

“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.

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He tried to process the words, but they wouldn’t settle. Celine Santos. The daughter of the president. "Wait," Caleb’s voice cracked, his mind struggling to catch up with the revelation. "You’re telling me… that Zoey was the president’s daughter?"

The woman pouted, "Yes, the president is right." “Good girl!” Clinton patted her on the head, "Okay, go to prepare for the party tonight!" Only now did Paul and Jennifer know that the CEO was President Clinton's daughter. They looked at Frederick Hall again, found that there was no surprise on his face, and understood. Certainly, Frederick knew this before. Clinton waved her daughter out, then smiled back and looked at the three Frederick Hall. "If Mr. Hall isn't busy, join us for a little party tonight." Clinton said, "It's all people you've met, and there are some young people just like you!"

“What is going on?” Sasha’s eyes widened as she remembered. “Right. You don’t know.” “Clearly,” I replied. She leaned in. “See that blonde girl getting out?” I looked towards the SUV. A stunning blonde stepped out, looking like she’d walked off a fashion magazine cover. Perfect hair, perfect makeup, a perfect uniform – everything about her screamed money. “That’s Lisa Hart.” “*The* Lisa Hart?” I asked, my brow furrowing. Sasha nodded. “The President’s daughter.”

Rita asked coming I'm with as smile as jse held my hands. "That's the best thing I've seen in ages." She said as I gave her a smirk. "I never knew you were so powerful." She hyped as I rolled my eyes "I'm not powerful, it's just that, that weak bitch needs to be thought some lessons." I said I'm anger. "Yeah, her personality needs a make over." Rita said as I gave a smile. "Who is she?" I asked going back to do dishes. "Oh, she's the president's daughter." Rita said as I turned to her.

Mandy responded, and brush his hair. "I will do much better than Dad, I'm sure with Jessie close to me, I won't fail." David responded, and he's mother frowned her face. Mandy and her daughter were so excited, that's what they want. When David become the president, Jessie will be the wife of David. Wife to the president of the most top influential family's in the country with over hundred of Billions investment. Mandy and her daughter gaze at each other, and smile. "I believe you can do better, I trust you." Jessie chimed in, and place her hands in his.

Emma's POV: Really who is it. " Hassan I will call you back later, I need to attend to something." I said and he smiled at me. " Okay, my regards to your parents okay." He said and I disconnect the call. The knock came on again and I muttered a come in. It was Serena. "Your excellency,the president and first lady is back and they demand for your present in the sitting room" She said "Okay I will be there in 2 minutes"I said and quickly get down from the bed and wore my flipflop before walking down stairs.

"Ahh---" "Mom? Who are you talking to?" Suddenly, the young man I met before in the WH, came out. I also flirted with the agent, thinking he was the genuine bodyguard agent Mercado. I was surprised when I saw him. He was also surprised to see me. "Miss Natalia? What are you doing here?" He approached us and stood next to the woman I was scolding earlier. "Mom, this is Natalia Aquino. The president's daughter. Big sis is watching over her in the White House," Rizal introduced us. I'm dead. "Miss Natalia, this is our mom, Leah." I'm dead. I'm so dead. Earth, crumble and swallow me. Wrong move, Nat! Wrong move!