Bastard

Kingston’s POV

When I received the first DNA test, I was in denial. There was no way Nelly could have been my daughter. I only did the DNA to humour Clarissa; I did not want her to come up with any excuses in the future. I trusted my doctor and believed it might have been a mistake. So, I asked him to perform another DNA which also came back positive. There was no way I would allow a child of mine to live far from me, so I decided to give her a room and permission to visit whenever she wanted. But the closer I got to her, the more convinced I was that she was not my daughter.

Clarissa found an opportunity to visit every time I was around. I left her just because of Nelly. I mostly ignored her, but she was always bringing up new topics like, “Nelly won a quiz competition in school.” Or “Nelly’s teacher said she is one of the best students in her class. She is just like you.” I knew what she was trying to do; she was trying to make Nelly look like a perfect child to me, and fo