Good girl meets mafia

My dad became a father at 16 with my mom, who was his high school sweetheart. Her parents were upset about the pregnancy initially, but my dad's parents offered to take care of me once I was born.

When I was born, my mother tearfully gave me to my father and his parents, and that was the only time she ever laid eyes on me.

During my childhood, I mistakenly believed that my father was my elder sibling, as I consistently addressed him as Adrian.

At the age of 20, he enrolled in college, and I would constantly inquire my grandfather, whom I believed was my father, about when Adrian would return because I was excited to see him.

At the conclusion of every semester, he returns home with numerous gifts specifically for me.

When he finished college, I was 6 years old, and he, at 23, got his own apartment and moved out but still visited me frequently.

One day he paid me a visit, I was filled with joy, he tenderly kissed my cheeks, how much I had longed for his presence, "Alicia, I have news to share with you," he said sadly.

I anticipated his words and was surprised when he revealed, "We've hidden this from you for too long, my baby... I am not your sibling." I was left wondering what he meant. Is it possible that I am not biologically related to my parents? "I'm your dad."

It seemed surreal, never in a million years did I imagine Adrian was my father, and the individuals I believed were my parents were in fact my grandparents.

I was only 8 years old at the time, realizing that everything I believed was false, but I had to come to terms with my truth.

After two years passed, my father had exciting news - I would be moving in with him. I was thrilled because he lives in Los Angeles while we currently reside in North Carolina. He had spoken highly of L.A, so I was ecstatic to finally be living with him there.

That's how we began cohabiting, I found it uncomfortable to refer to him as dad, so I continued using his name, and he didn't seem to have a problem with it.

One day, Adrian arrived home and informed me of his intentions to propose to his longtime fiancée, and I was overjoyed for them both, hoping for the best outcome, as my love for him is immense.

My stepmom and dad have been married for 3 years, I am almost 15, already in high school, and my dad warns me not to start dating yet because I am too young.

I was not interested in dating because I didn't find any of the boys in my class attractive, even though many of them asked me out, I turned them down.