“ZYRIELLE, COME HERE,” Melchora said coldly. She had just returned from a guesting on a talk show. As Grey sat on the sofa, she placed some photos in front of him. Grey’s eyes widened at what he saw. They were pictures of him and Black holding hands in a hotel. His father had just arrived home, having come from outside. His parents had arrived almost together, but his father had stayed behind to sort out the car. “These came from your father’s friend. Check-in at a five-star hotel with a model named Blackarlito,” Melchora slammed the small table in front of them. “Holding hands! What is this, Zyrielle?!” “You weren’t raised to date someone of your own gender,” Carlo, his father, said. Grey remained silent. He hadn’t realized anyone had seen them. “You have nothing to say? Whatever relationship you have with him, stop it,” Melchora said angrily. “We’re not happy about this either,” Carlo added. “I love him,” Grey said, lowering his head. He was afraid of his parents. Melchora s
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