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“I thought I might start by introducing myself to his father.” He smirked, just slightly. “Stepfather.” “Details,” I said, turning to face him fully. “Such fragile things. Like trust. Like bloodlines.” A flicker of something crossed his face, could it be approval? Curiosity? It was gone before I could name it. “Careful, Miss Virelle,” he murmured, stepping closer, so close I could smell the quiet heat of his cologne smelled of cedarwood and something older. “You’re playing a game where even the winners bleed.”

“Who are you?” His eyes finally met mine. And the truth in them frightened me more than any message, photograph, or secret ever had. “I was never supposed to tell you.” “Tell me what?” Nick swallowed. Then he whispered, “I'm not your stepfather, Melody.” The room went completely silent. He looked at Clara. Then at Andrew. Finally, he looked back at me. “I am your father.”

I warrned my brother but as usual, he did not listen to me and did what he thought was best. Now I'm facing the music . Derrick had called Dayo, but he is still not here. "Get out of my house! What are you still doing here? " my father screams and I jump again in fright. Goodness knows how many times I've done that today. "Daddy please don't do this to me. I beg you. Where will I go? " I plead with my father. Crying in bitterness. "You should have thought of that before offering yourself a cheap service to that boy. "My father replies.

Adrik had seen the aftermath but was able to cover up the scene and took me home. I was lucky to have met my father. Yet, a few months after meeting him, he had been delivered back to the club house attached to a wooden stake burnt, sliced and stabbed. To this day I have yet to determine what had happened to him. I missed him terribly. He loved me, cared for me, protected me. He had been pissed about the mistreatment from my mother and had even stated that if she had just told him that he would have taken me off her hands. He would always tell me that I was not a burden to him but a blessing. I had discovered that my father Stepfan was the second in command. After his passing his title was g

she explained and I swallowed hard at the mention of his name again and although I told myself I didn't wanna think of this morning anymore, I couldn't stop my travelling thoughts from going wherever it is they wanted and they swinged back and forth from this morning, to the night he told me of his mother's return and over to that morning at the office he said something about my coat that led to our step father conversation. This means, My Father is the Step Dad Adrian spoke of?? Adrian is my Step Brother???

I look down. I’ve never actually met my father. My mom won’t tell me his name. I checked my birth certificate and Theodore Sol is listed. That is my stepdad. He was added after he adopted me. Everyone gets quiet and we continue to play. I sure know how to stop a party.

But I thanked the gods every single day that I had escaped at the right time. My stepfather was a well-known businessman to the outside world but nobody actually knew what or who he truly was nor did anyone know what kind of power he truly possessed and how much control he had over many things. He was the Don of one of the biggest mafias more specifically the American mafia Don but he might have given his title to one of my stepbrothers in the last two years. And I had a good guess on which one of his sons he picked. Maximus. The cruelest one of them, he was the one that inflicted the most agonizing mental torture on me. He reveled in seeing people struggle and beg at his feet for mercy.

"We'll see about that." As My stepfather nodded, a door behind him opened, and a tall, imposing figure emerged. His eyes were cold, calculating, and seemed to bore into my very soul. "This is Victor, our... enforcer," Bruno said, his voice low and cautious. Victor's gaze never left mine, his presence exuding an aura of menace. "Victor will... guide you through the process," My stepfather said, his voice dripping with an unsettling sweetness. "He'll teach you the ways of our family, and ensure your loyalty."

Maybe I’m not needed here. A click catches my attention the moment I turn causing me to turn back. Meeting my gaze is my father’s figure. His face suddenly creases as he sights me. “It’s nobody important, just your daughter.” He yells, shifting his head inside. He looks back at me, the irritation on his face still present. “Come on in, slut.” Having my step father call me that should sting but I’ve reached the stage where I do not care.

I looked at her, shocked. “Darling, you are only 21. How are you supposed to stay alone in there?” she said. “Mom, I’m 21. Not a kid who can’t live alone,” I tried to justify. “She just cares about you,” my stepdad said. What in the world was this guy? He has no problem taking his wife’s previous marriage's grown daughter into his house? “I will think about it. But for now, I want to go to my house,” I said.