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"I am sorry my child. I shouldn't have put pressure on you.. I shouldn't have said miserable things to you or whip you like that. I guess I was hurt. I was hurt that you didn't pass your exams... I wanted you to be a perfect daughter... I didnt know I was over doing it.. I wanted you to marry the alahji cause I thought I was doing you good..I didn't know you would leave...am so sorry for being the worst dad in the world. I don't deserve a daughter like you. Please forgive me..i love you." I was wondering if it was my dad really saying these words but then there was really no time to think about it as I hugged him. "I love you too, papa." ***** So this is the actual end but I would give you

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Time to reluctantly pull the naked bodies apart and dress. The girls and their fathers would soon be on their way back home. But all of them knew that what had happened this afternoon, as special as it was, was just a taste of the family's future. [To Be Continued in Chapter 8] ******** Quote of the Day: "Lift your ass up, Bite the pillow, and do like your daddy commands." ******** Author Says: Hi Readers, Please leave feedback on the series in the comments and there are more chapters to come, more fun, and more heat. So stay tuned and if you haven't bookmarked yet. Do it now!

"Tell me the truth, what happened, and don't you dare like to me?" ( eyes fastened together) After railing my response, I finally got out the truth. Dad sighed. He gets up from the bed and turning his back at me. His silence would mean he had a long sermon waiting for me. " dad?". I called him. He turns and finally spoke out. ( chapter end)

“Now you'll stay and take everything I'm going to give you, and you're not going to hate it.” And heaven help me, as his hands slid down to the hem of my shirt, I didn't want to be anywhere else. The rational part of my brain, the part that screamed his name was Crassus, the father of the boy who had ruined me, was a distant, annoying buzz. All I could focus on was the way his thumbs brushed against the skin of my stomach. So I shut up every single voice of reason barking inside my head.

We were in the **Primary Kernel**, the source code of everything, and standing before us was the man who had haunted my dreams for twenty years. My father. But he wasn't the broken man I’d seen in the pods. He wasn't the ghost in the machine. He stood with a posture of absolute authority, his lab coat pristine, his eyes sparkling with a cold, intellectual fervor that made the Arbiters look like children playing with blocks. --- ## Chapter 47: The Architect of Agony

My father's "blood is thicker than water" tactic didn't work on me, but that didn't mean he gave up. He just switched strategies. This time, he used Harry. One evening, I got a call from an unknown number. "Walter! Where are you? Dad froze my card! I can't keep going to my prep classes!" The second I heard his voice, I shut it down. "Didn't I already tell you? Your problems have nothing to do with me."

Dad's wound had torn open from the strain of his anger. I had no choice but to back down. "We were in the wrong today. Please let my dad go. He's bleeding!" I bit down hard on my lip. I had grown up by Dad's side, and he was the person I was closest to in this world. I couldn't just stand there and watch something happen to him. Gregory clapped his hands and laughed. "I was planning to wait until Selena's medical abortion was done, and then take you both for gender reassignment surgery to teach you a lesson. Looks like I won't need to bother. Even the universe is on my side."

Chapter 2: Father’s Gaze I made my way downstairs, still feeling the lingering electric spark from James’s fingers brushing mine. The house felt heavier than usual this morning, filled with the kind of silence that always preceded difficult conversations. My adopted father Jax was waiting in the dining room, seated at the head of the long wooden table with his newspaper spread out in front of him. He looked up the moment I entered, his eyes sharp and possessive sweeping over my body in a way that made me want to cross my arms over my chest.

Often, I seemed to find true love, yet it never lasted. Dad destroyed every relationship. When I couldn't take it anymore, I turned to my uncle, David Schrute. I asked him to talk some sense into Dad. Uncle David also thought that he had gone too far. Who in their right mind would want their own daughter to end up alone? He went to our house and confronted Dad. "You should be supporting your daughter since she's found someone she loves! What kind of parent tries to talk their child out of dating? Have you lost your mind?"