"Ahhh!!!" Marisol cried, holding her cheek. Her cries increased as soon as she saw her dad, She ran to him. "Papa!!! I hate her; she slapped me. She is not my mom, Papa. Bring back my real mom," Marisol cried, pushing her dad hard. "Papa, stop deceiving me. I need my mom; I need her. I can’t just pretend; she is not my mom. She is just acting…" "Marisol, just calm down," he said, squatting beside her, but her screams and cries increased. Some of the gangsters stood watching the drama. "I can’t let her be my mom. She knows nothing about me. She looks more like a stranger. I hate her; I despise her so much," Marisol cried. She held her father’s cheek, and their eyes locked. "Dad, she isn’t my mom, right? Marisol asked again Vincenzo removed her hand and touched the line on her cheek, his blood boiling. He was about to unleash hell. Sasha ran in, and Marisol ran to hug her tight. "It hurt so much; she slapped me. It hurt; I can never like her," Marisol said. Aurora stood
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