My Father’s Delusions About Victory
“Don’t even think about calling the police. Otherwise, I’ll call those men back, and next time, you won’t make it out alive.”
I completely fell apart.
That New Year’s Eve, I ran out of the house and wandered around like I had no direction left, lost and desperate, until morning came.
The next morning, I made up my mind to end everything.
Then Victor appeared in front of me with a grave expression.
“Joe, I need to talk to you.”
I followed him into the villa and met his father, Steven Jasper, the wealthiest man in the city.
He was a middle-aged man who looked almost exactly like Victor. When he looked at me, there was pity in his eyes.
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