Smith modeled for huge names in the fashion industry among which Guess, H&M, Heatherette and Lane Bryant.

16 years after her death, the name of Anna Nicole Smith still stands for fame and controversy. She was a model, an actress, and a television personality who first gained popularity when she won the title of 1993 Playmate of the Year after posing for Playboy magazine.

“I love the paparazzi,” she once told the Washington Post.

“They take pictures, and I just smile away. I’ve always liked the attention. I didn’t get very much growing up, and I always wanted to be, you know, noticed.”

Anna Nicole Smith in 1990 (Photo by Barry King/WireImage)

Sadly, the life of glamour took its toll. Smith married petroleum tycoon J. Howard Marshall who was 63 years her senior. This relationship wasn’t just controversial, but a high-profile one and many believe it marked the start of Smith’s downfall. Six months after tying the knot, then 90-year-old Marshal died.

Following his passing, Smith and Marshal’s family got involved in a long and controversial legal battle over his fortune and assets. The case ultimately went as high as the US Supreme Court in 2006.

In 2007, a tragedy struck beautiful Smith died of overdose in 2007, just a few months after she gave birth to her baby daughter Dannielynn. After her death, several men claimed to be the baby’s dad and after paternity tests were ordered, Larry Birkhead got paternity rights.

Today, Dannielynn is all grown up and resembles both her mom and her dad. In fact, she got the best of both and is a real beauty.

Larry takes great care of his daughter and shares adorable photos of the fun time they spend together. They live in Kentucky and Larry makes sure his daughter’s life is as normal as possible. She attends a public school and has a lot of friends.

A photograph of Anna Nicole Smith and J. Howard Marshall II sits next to Marshall’s casket. (Photo by Greg Smith/CORBIS/Corbis via Getty Images)

Speaking of her likes and dislikes and what makes her happy, Larry says Dannielynn wants to follow into her late mom’s footsteps when it comes to acting.

The girl once said, “It’s really cool to like, act as a character and not yourself. It’s like portraying a new person. It’s fun.” She and her dad have appeared on several shows such as ‘Life after Anna’, ‘Wife Swap‘, and ‘The Millionaire Matchmaker.’

Dannielynn wants to try herself as a YouTuber, but her dad thinks she’s way too young to be doing something like that. He wants her to stay out of the spotlight and enjoy her teen years the way her friends do. Speaking to US Weekly, Larry said, “If it’s something you want to do when you get older, you can, but right now let’s sell some Girl Scout cookies.”

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Some years ago, an unnamed source told National Enquirer, “Anna Nicole was seduced by the showbiz lifestyle, and Larry wants to make sure Dannielynn doesn’t end up like her. “[Anna Nicole was] chasing stardom and surrounded by greedy hangers-on.”

However, Larry does his best to keep the memory of Smith alive. Last year, Dannielynn paid tribute to her mom by wearing her heat from her appearance at the Kentucky Derby in 2004 and a pink dress. The resemblance with her mom is there, although as she grows older, Dannielynn seems to be taking more after her dad.

Speaking of her character, Larry told Fox News, “She’s fun and fearless like her mom was. She’s a good kid. I’m just happy that I’ve been able to spend all the time I have been able to have with her.”

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At the Barnstable Brown Gala that took place ahead of the Derby, the now-17-year-old wore a blouse with photographs of her mom. Larry wore a tie featuring the same images.

“She’s showing off her fashion sense but at the same time paying tribute to her mom,” Larry said. He added that he and his daughter had decided to pay tribute to Anna Nicole Smith because it marked the 20th anniversary of the day he had met the model back in 2003. At the time, he was a photographer covering the event.

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The late model’s clothes are in Larry’s possession so Dannielynn often goes through them.

“And everything she has of her mom’s is cataloged in storage, with photos of the event where she wore it,” Larry revealed.

“So someday, she can give them to her kids if she wants to.”

We hope Dannielynn will fulfill all her dreams.

My Fiancé Abandoned Me and His Twin Daughters on Vacation, Leaving a Note: ‘I Have to Disappear. Soon, You’ll Understand’

When I agreed to go on vacation with my fiancé and his twin daughters, I thought we were celebrating a fresh start. Instead, I returned from the resort’s pool to a mysterious note that confused me more than ever. When we went back home, a shocking surprise awaited.

I met Matt three years ago at a charity event. He was charming and confident and had this soft spot for his daughters that instantly melted my heart. Ella and Sophie, his five-year-old twins, were the sweetest little girls.

A happy blonde man in his 30s running in the park with his twin daughters | Source: Midjourney

A happy blonde man in his 30s running in the park with his twin daughters | Source: Midjourney

They’d lost their mother at the age of one, and Matt had done a marvelous job at raising them to be polite little girls.

I didn’t have much experience with kids, but those two made it easy. They’d run up to me with school stories whenever I was around, and before I knew it, they’d wormed their way into my heart.

One evening, after a particularly long day at work, Matt showed up at my apartment with the girls in tow. They were holding handmade cards with glitter and stickers.

Twin blonde girls, 5 years old, smile while holding cards in the living room | Source: Midjourney

Twin blonde girls, 5 years old, smile while holding cards in the living room | Source: Midjourney

“We wanted to surprise you!” Ella beamed, thrusting the card into my hands. Inside, it read, “Thank you for being part of our family.”

I was speechless. Before Matt, I had dated men who were incredibly afraid of commitment. Truly. I was a magnet for those. I’d had so many bad dates that I can’t remember them all. But at that moment, looking at my boyfriend’s glowing eyes and his little girls, I felt pure warmth. I loved all three of them.

A black-haired woman in her 30s frowning at a man on a bad date night in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

A black-haired woman in her 30s frowning at a man on a bad date night in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney

That’s why there was really no other answer than “YES!” when Matt proposed after a special dinner that his daughters helped prepare around a week later. My life was coming together at last, and I couldn’t wait to get started, so I moved into Matt’s house as soon as I could.

Then, I started wedding planning. I had particular ideas about flowers, my dress, the girls’ gowns, and the venue. I’m a type-A kind of person, so I was really in the zone, but Matt got overwhelmed after a couple of months.

A black-haired woman in her 30s sits on the floor in front of the couch in the living room with flowers and samples on the coffee table smiling | Source: Midjourney

A black-haired woman in her 30s sits on the floor in front of the couch in the living room with flowers and samples on the coffee table smiling | Source: Midjourney

“Let’s take a break before the chaos hits,” Matt suggested one night in our bed. “A family vacation, just the four of us. It’ll be our little escape before the big day.”

I wasn’t eager to leave when there was so much to do, plus our work, but I agreed. He needed it badly. We booked a trip to a cozy island resort.

The first two days were magical. Ella and Sophie couldn’t stop giggling as they splashed in the pool, and I loved watching them build sandcastles with Matt on the beach.

Twin blonde girls, 5 years old, smiling and building a sandcastle on the beach | Source: Midjourney

Twin blonde girls, 5 years old, smiling and building a sandcastle on the beach | Source: Midjourney

“Dorothy, look!” Sophie yelled, pointing at a sandcastle she’d decorated with shells. “Isn’t it pretty?”

“It’s beautiful,” I told her, snapping a picture with my phone.

Matt walked up, brushing sand off his hands. “You ready for some ice cream, girls?”

“Yes!” they both screamed in unison, running ahead.

Matt slipped his arm around my shoulders. “This was a good idea. We needed this.”

I leaned into him. “Yeah, we really did.”

A black-haired woman and a blonde man in their 30s cuddle close on the beach | Source: Midjourney

A black-haired woman and a blonde man in their 30s cuddle close on the beach | Source: Midjourney

I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop because I knew most people didn’t have this many picture-perfect family moments. And that came on our third afternoon at the resort.

Matt had wanted to stay back at the hotel that morning. He felt too tired, but the girls were buzzing for more time at the pool. So, I took them myself.

But by noon, Matt still hadn’t come down and wasn’t answering my calls, so I rounded up the girls and headed back to our floor.

A black-haired woman in her 30s walks worried down a hotel hallway with two twin girls in the background | Source: Midjourney

A black-haired woman in her 30s walks worried down a hotel hallway with two twin girls in the background | Source: Midjourney

The girls chattered excitedly about the new friends they’d made at the pool. I barely registered their words as I unlocked the door to our room. Pushing it open, I froze.

I didn’t see anything amiss immediately. But my instincts told me something was wrong. I walked deeper inside and finally noticed that Matt’s suitcase was gone.

The room was perfectly polished and our beds made, meaning the cleaning service had stopped by. I went to the bathroom and only saw my things along with the girls’ stuff.

A tidy resort hotel room with two beds | Source: Midjourney

A tidy resort hotel room with two beds | Source: Midjourney

His clothes, toiletries, and even his phone charger had vanished.

“Dorothy, where’s Daddy?” Ella asked, tugging at my hand.

My heart raced as I shook my head, and finally, on the nightstand, I spotted a note: “I have to disappear. Soon, you’ll understand.”

I sat down heavily on the bed, the heavy paper trembling in my hands. Disappear? What did that even mean? Was he in danger? Were we?

“Dorothy, are you okay?” Sophie whispered, her big eyes filled with worry.

Twin girls, 5 years old, stand worried in a hotel resort room | Source: Midjourney

Twin girls, 5 years old, stand worried in a hotel resort room | Source: Midjourney

I forced a smile, trying to think quickly. What would any guardian do in this situation? Distract the girls.

“I’m fine, sweetie,” I replied. “Let’s get cleaned up and go downstairs for ice cream. Daddy is probably down there, too.”

The girls cheered and went to the bathroom together. That was good. They hadn’t seen my panic, and I couldn’t let them. Not yet. Not until I got some answers.

But Matt was truly gone, according to a nice bellhop who saw him with bags, hailing a cab. I tried calling, being as discreet as possible, but he still wasn’t answering his phone.

A worried blonde man in his 30s getting into a car | Source: Midjourney

A worried blonde man in his 30s getting into a car | Source: Midjourney

Later, I finally managed to get the girls to sleep. I’d assured them that their dad had to go home early, but the lie left a bitter taste in my mouth. Alone on the balcony, I scrolled endlessly through my phone messages.

Still nothing from Matt. I started biting my nails, a habit that hadn’t surfaced in years, as my mind raced. Did he get cold feet? Was there something he wasn’t telling me?

Just in case, I called the front desk to ask if they’d heard from Matt. They hadn’t. I left more messages on his phone. Morning came, and there was nothing to do but pack up and go home.

A black-haired woman in her 30s packs clothes and carries a bag in a resort hotel room | Source: Midjourney

A black-haired woman in her 30s packs clothes and carries a bag in a resort hotel room | Source: Midjourney

The plane ride was excruciating. Thankfully, the girls were occupied with their coloring books.

“Are we going to see Daddy when we get home?” Ella asked.

I swallowed hard. “I’m sure we will, sweetie.” I hated lying because I honestly had no idea what we were returning to.

When we finally landed, I was exhausted. The cab ride felt way too long, and I was so tired from the previous sleepless night that I fumbled with the keys several times, trying to unlock the door to our house while balancing our bags.

A woman's hand holds keys in the lock of a front door | Source: Midjourney

A woman’s hand holds keys in the lock of a front door | Source: Midjourney

“Come on, girls,” I called, yawning. “We’re home.”

But as I stepped inside, I stopped dead in my tracks.

In the middle of the living room, there was a bundle wrapped in a blanket. It was moving.

“What is that?” I whispered to myself.

Before I could react, the girls rushed past me.

“A puppy!” Ella squealed, dropping her backpack. “It’s a puppy!”

A Saint Bernard puppy wrapped in a blue blanket in the living room | Source: Midjourney

A Saint Bernard puppy wrapped in a blue blanket in the living room | Source: Midjourney

The bundle wriggled, and a tiny St. Bernard poked its head out, tail wagging furiously. Sophie knelt, giggling as the puppy licked her face.

“Can we keep him? Please, Dorothy?” Sophie begged, her eyes wide with excitement.

I was too stunned to answer. But then, I saw a note tucked into the puppy’s forgotten blanket and picked it up.

Dorothy, I know this was sudden, and I probably acted too rashly, but let me explain. I was scrolling through my phone at the hotel when I saw my friend giving away pups online. I had to leave immediately to make sure this little guy would be ours.

A blonde man in his 30s sits on a hotel resort bed scrolling his phone smiling | Source: Midjourney

A blonde man in his 30s sits on a hotel resort bed scrolling his phone smiling | Source: Midjourney

Remember the story you told me about your childhood St. Bernard, Max? I couldn’t pass up the chance to bring that joy back into your life, as you’ve brought love into our lives.

Thank you for caring so much about my daughters. Thank you for choosing me. Thank you for moving right in, and thank you for accepting to be ours forever. I’m sorry I didn’t explain before, but I got too excited. Please forgive me and give Max Jr. a little pet.”

A happy Saint Bernard puppy with its tongue lolling out in the living room | Source: Midjourney

A happy Saint Bernard puppy with its tongue lolling out in the living room | Source: Midjourney

I sank onto the couch, shaking my head as my whole body felt relieved. My goofy fiancé had scared me half to death! But he’d done it for a beautiful reason.

Max. I hadn’t thought about him in years. When I was four, Max saved me from drowning during a family picnic. That dog was my hero, my protector. Losing him to old age had been devastating.

And now, Max Jr. was here, wagging his tail and making the girls laugh.

“Dorothy, what’s wrong?” Ella asked, her eyes shining.

Twin girls, 5 years old, smile with a Saint Bernard puppy in the living room | Source: Midjourney

Twin girls, 5 years old, smile with a Saint Bernard puppy in the living room | Source: Midjourney

I spoke through a thick throat. “Nothing, sweetheart. I’m just… surprised.”

A few minutes later, the front door creaked open. Matt stepped inside, looking sheepish and carrying a bag of puppy supplies.

“Surprise?” he said tentatively.

I stood up and ran to him, not knowing if I wanted to throttle him for scaring me or kiss him senselessly. Kissing him won out.

A couple in their 30s embrace in the living room, content | Source: Midjourney

A couple in their 30s embrace in the living room, content | Source: Midjourney

“You could’ve told me! Do you have any idea what I’ve been through?” I whispered, breathless after our lips parted.

“I know, and I’m sorry,” Matt said, his arms tightening around my waist. “But I couldn’t risk someone else adopting all the dogs before I had a chance. I had to return yesterday.”

Just then, the girls ran over, Max Jr. bounding after them.

“Daddy, you got us the puppy?” Ella asked, beaming.

We separated, and Matt crouched down, ruffling their hair. “Yes, baby! What do you think? Good surprise?”

A blonde man in his 30s with twin girls, 5 years old, smiling happily while looking at a puppy in the living room | Source: Midjourney

A blonde man in his 30s with twin girls, 5 years old, smiling happily while looking at a puppy in the living room | Source: Midjourney

“The best!” Sophie answered instead and hugged him tightly.

Her sister joined their embrace, and that’s why I couldn’t stay mad. Seeing the joy on their faces melted my frustration. Still, I wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily.

“You owe me big time,” I warned, poking him in the chest.

Matt grinned. “Deal.”

We spent the rest of the evening playing with Max Jr. He chased the girls around the yard, barking happily, and curled up on the couch with us for a movie night.

A black-haired woman in her 30s curls up with a sleeping Saint Bernard puppy on the couch while watching TV | Source: Midjourney

A black-haired woman in her 30s curls up with a sleeping Saint Bernard puppy on the couch while watching TV | Source: Midjourney

Later, the puppy joined Matt and me in our bed, where he would sleep for the rest of his wonderful, amazing life.

Also, Matt paid what he owed me, so to speak… by giving me the best life possible.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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