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Theo tried to negotiate staying longer, but the tone in his father’s voice left no room for argument. “I have to go,” he told me afterward, holding me close on the bed, his naked body still warm against mine. His fingers traced soothing patterns on my bare hip as I curled into his chest, fighting back tears. “Just a few days, baby. I’ll be back before you know it. I promise.” I nodded against his skin, inhaling his scent like I could memorize it. “I know. It’s just… these past days have been perfect. I don’t want to go back to pretending all the time.”

“I just need to know you’re not some horrible man and father who doesn’t feel guilty about sleeping with his future daughter-in-law.” Something shifted in Victor’s expression then, not anger exactly, but something I can't myself around. “I would never intentionally hurt my son,” he said quietly. “No matter what our relationship looks like from the outside, Ryan is still my son.” “Then why are we doing this?” I asked softly. Victor’s gaze stayed locked on mine. “Because the second I met you, I wanted you,” he admitted without hesitation, his voice low and steady. “And I tried to ignore it. I tried to walk away from it because I knew exactly who you were supposed to become to this family.”

"Puzzle number three." "Peter's father has five sons. The name of the four sons is Fefe, Fifi, Fofo, and Fufu respectively. What is the name of the fifth son?" Christian asked, I immediately smiled upon hearing the puzzle, this is not the first time I heard that puzzle so I know what the answer is. I stared intently at him and smirk. Payback time.

Together. It shouldn't have mattered. It was none of my business. But the laughter tore something open in my chest, something I'd kept carefully sealed. And then, unbidden, my father's voice came back to me, clear as if he were standing in the room. *"A father and his son should be inseparable. Like magnet and iron. Just do this one thing for me, son, and I'll forget all the sorrow you ever caused me. Join me. Let's bring down The Miller-Ventures."*

Was any of that following my instructions? "And after you contracted an STD and intentionally passed it on to me… Was that what I wanted, too?" My words grew a collective wave of shocked murmurs. "Good grief. What is wrong with this son? He ruins his life and drags his father down with him. That's an ingrate, through and through." "Don't even get me started. Caleb is completely blinded by lust." "I think the father must've been driven past his limit to file for a legal severance. If it were my son, I would've disowned him the moment his thug girlfriend beat my wife into the ICU."

each word stabbed heavily, as if he was just moments away from dragging me out and punishing me myself. "Marky is too blind to see your true colors, but I am not. I am his father. And in this house, my word is law. If you want to be filthy, don't do it in front of me and don't do it under my roof!" "My Daddy Matthew is so angry..." I whispered, deliberately dripping malice into the word 'Daddy.' I looked him straight in the eye, devoid of any remorse. "If that's how you lecture you, it makes me want you to discipline me even more... punish me in bed, daddy. I am all yours…”

Was that my Father`s voice? Omg!

the driver greeted with a smile, his voice familiar. I glanced in, and sure enough, it was one of my father’s men. I didn’t ask questions. I got in, sliding into the backseat. The car was warm, and as the ride began, my thoughts swirled. I was going home, but not to the place I used to call home. I was going back to my family.

The voice told me all I needed to know. Someone had come to save. And it wasn't Santino Ravazzani. He began carrying me up the stairs. “My father has seemed to act like a bastard today.” he said, voice low and laced with disappointment. "My father can be a real b*st*rd sometimes." The words were spoken quietly, as if he were speaking to himself. "You are Nico." I hiccuped into the rough skin of his throat, tears still leaking from my eyes. "I am. You must be Anastasia Mancini."

I like him. ♪ "He said: One day you'll leave this world behind so live a life you will remember! My father told me when I was just a child, these are the nights that never die..." ♪ He sang the chorus out loud, shouting with a wide smile. And then he turned to me and we sang in unison. ♪ "My father told me-" ♪ When the beat dropped we both bopped our heads and laughed. I felt like I understood him deeply after connecting with him through music. This was the first time we felt close like friends and not like husband and wife. And it feels good having a lot of different bonds connecting us because it only strengthens our relationship.