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My Father Turned Me This Way

Autor: TBoy
last update Data de publicação: 2026-06-09 18:56:32

Elliot’s POV

The boardroom door swung open without a knock. I looked up and my world tilted.

My father stood there in a tailored gray suit, silver hair slicked back, with the same cold stare that had haunted my nightmares for years. He wasn’t supposed to be here. Not today. Not ever, if I could help it.

“Elliot,” he said. “Still playing with your little art toys? I thought you’d have grown out of this phase by now.”

I stood slowly, keeping my voice ice-cold. “This is a private meeting room, Fat
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