The Masked Stripper is my Wife.
My mind kept jumping from one possibility to another, and none of them made sense.
As soon as we arrived at the mansion, Asher gently handed Adriana to one of the housekeepers and asked her to take her upstairs.
The moment we were alone, I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Dad,” I said, my voice shaking, “do you know Miss Jenna? And is it true that she is my mother?” I asked directly, not bothering to soften the question.
My dad looked around at all of us before he finally spoke. “Yes,” he said quietly. “Jenna is your biological mother.”