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He let go of her hair and walked around her, circling her like a predator examining a trapped animal. "I've been in London for five years," Julian continued, his voice echoing off the book-lined walls. "I stayed away because I couldn't stand the sight of my father’s greed. But then I get a call. He’s in a coma. And he’s married to a girl young enough to be his granddaughter. A girl from the Vance family—a family of bankrupt liars." He stopped in front of her again. "My father’s lawyers want to throw you out on the street. They want to call the police and have you investigated for elder abuse. For murder."

I was just too confused, too scared, and too disappointed. Seeing those photos made me remember every moment I spent with my mother. Beyond any mother-daughter relationship, we were friends. And she had never told me about Apollo's father. She had never mentioned the intimate relationship they obviously had. I wondered if my father knew too, if it lasted for a long time. Damn, I was nauseous.

BONUS CHAPTER (III) part one Louisa drove into the huge driveway of what used to be her home but now belonged to her mum, and she suddenly turned nostalgic. She missed her father. She remembered her childhood days. She had been much closer to him than her mum, so it didn’t really surprise her that her daughter, Isabel was the same with her dad, William. Her mother really hadn’t had a problem with it and if she was being honest, neither did she. Besides, Louisa believed that mothers would always have this special bond with their children that fathers wouldn’t be able to have, particularly with their daughters.

Heidi despite having many flaws loves Dane in her way. I got my daughter ready. She hardly looked affected by the change that had happened in her life. She was a baby with zero tantrums always. These days I could sense that she misses Dane when he is not around. I saw him looking outside when she heard the voice of a guy. It hurt me when I saw her disappointed face. I didn't want her to lose her heart like I did mine. But she didn't have to worry about getting replaced in his heart like me. I don't think anyone can compete with the love of a father and daughter.

The love continues until the fourteen letters. My eyes repeatedly reread each detail of what my mother wrote. She loves him. This forbidden love is rare in the relationship between two people. My mother grew up without a father, and meeting him would help build that father-daughter bond, but it wasn't expected when they fell in love as a man and woman. I lick my lips and hand back the letters, not wanting to read them anymore as they already linger in my brain. "Keep them," he pushes them towards me. "I don't want to look at them anymore."

The father and daughter stared at each other for a long time. There was a sense of longing conveyed in Brian's gaze towards Kyra. He wanted to run and hug her, but he was also afraid that Kyra would reject him. "Daddy…!" Finally, Brian felt relieved when Kyra approached him first. She ran and then hugged him. Brian happily returned Kyra's hug. He held Kyra tightly, as if he didn't want to let go anymore. "Kyra, I miss you." One word that could explain all he had felt all this time. They had met a few times, but the closeness of a father and daughter had been lost for a long time.

The lack of a father figure in the family might even lead to issues for her in her life as an adult. Creed knew that both males and females are complicated beings in their own ways. To learn and understand about each other is a long and exhausting journey. It needs patience and discretion, especially between the opposite sex. It was no secret that heterosexual women who do not have a father or lost them at an early age are prone to unhealthy lifestyles, un-tuned perceptions of men, or even worse, unhealthy relationships. The reason is pretty simple. Because the father is the first man in a girl's life, her relationship with him serves as the basis of all her future relationships with men. Th

He questioned her again. "Not really. It's just about my dad. He never told me any of this, I was not even aware. I agree that we didn't have the best relationship when he was conscious but then I am his daughter, he was in grave danger just because of his human needs, like…I am confused, doesn't he see me as someone he can talk with?" Clara asked, her voice shaking as she replied to him.

It was a letter from my long-lost father, a man I had never known, a man who had abandoned my mother and me when I was just a child. The words on the page were filled with remorse, regret, and a plea for forgiveness. My father, burdened by the weight of his mistakes, had finally found the courage to reach out and seek reconciliation. He wanted to be a part of my life, to make amends for the pain he had caused, and to embrace the opportunity to be a father to his granddaughter. Emotions swirled within me—anger, resentment, and a flicker of hope. Could I find it in my heart to forgive him? Could I open myself up to the possibility of healing old wounds and rebuilding the fractured bond between

He hit Domingo’s chest so hard that he staggered weakly. The veins of his neck popped out. “I am your father,” he spat. Santiago placed both hands on his head in a dramatic manner. He was sure that he was gradually losing his mind. “Father?” He chuckled. “You are my father?” “Where have you heard that a father sleeps with his daughter-in-law?” He asked, staring deep into his eyes. “Renata is your ex-wife. Don’t you get it? Get your shit and leave here.” Domingo turned to leave, but Santiago grabbed him by the arm.