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Knight.

I was checking myself in the full-length mirror, adjusting my tie and putting on my Hugo Boss Desire cologne, which instantly attracts the attention of all the girls and women who catch a whiff.

“Here you go, Knight,” I said as I raised my chin, beaming with self-confidence. With my dark navy blue Armani suit, which cost $15,000, and my special edition diamond Patek Philippe wristwatch, which cost $80,000, along with the Armani laser shoes and this cologne, no woman or girl on the face of the planet can resist my allure. I chuckled, knowing that I was irresistible not only because of what I was wearing but also because of the look that God had given me. My piercing blue eyes, thick lashes, and perfect brows, paired with my perfect black hair and new unique haircut, make a stunning combination. Everything I'd worked for throughout my life culminated in the way I worked out at the gym every day to tone my abs and build muscle.

I turned my head to the wall and looked at the picture of my father that I had pinned there for nearly twenty years. It looked fine. That's right, it was my father, Angelo Knight, a world-renowned gynecologist.

This was the one I despised the most. It was important to me to have his picture on my wall because it served as a constant reminder of what he had done to my mother. How he broke her heart and abandoned her in the church, treating her as if she were an insect for another woman, was beyond comprehension. He also decided to forget about me because he was thinking about the same woman.

I kept his picture from when he was in his thirties in front of my eyes to motivate myself to be more attractive than him, wealthier, and more popular. Yes, it was all done in the name of vengeance. But, at the very least, I am grateful that I have developed into a handsome and well-known gynecologist, even though I am only twenty-seven years old.

And today marked the beginning of my quest for vengeance. I'd been gathering information about him since my mother and I returned from Australia a year ago. He had completely forgotten about me because he had adopted a girl named Julia! I fixed all of my attention on her. I can't deny that fate played a role in my decision to become a gynecologist, as the girl decided to pursue the same career path and is now in her final year of college, with me serving as her lecturer. Today happened to be the day of her graduation ceremony, and I, as a lecturer at the same college, should be there to witness it and award her the certificate.

To be honest, it was difficult to persuade Angelo's wife to join me in my bed a year ago. I tried everything I could to make her come along with me. She isn't as young as she used to be and only rarely ventures outside the house.

It was for this reason I altered my plans and concentrated on exacting revenge on Julia by making her my own. Angelo's heart will be broken if she breaks his heart as well.

So, let's get started and see where things go!

When my mother barged into my room and exclaimed, "You look amazing," I regained my composure. "As always, you look great. I'm reminded of your father whenever I see you.”

I cut off my mother's voice and turned my body to face her, continuing her sentence that she had been repeating since I was a child, "And like father, like son, and I might be worse than him," I said.

I walked closer to her, huffing and becoming irritated. “Mom, how many times do I have to tell you that I am not like him?” I said softly as I kissed her forehead. "I insist on returning to defeat him in his career and break his heart for abandoning you twenty-eight years ago and never looking for me.”

“Unfortunately, I am afraid that you will turn yourself into a heartless beast,” she said, sighing in frustration and smiling. "Son, please understand that I want you to be the best in the world, but you are a carbon copy of your father in every way. I'm concerned that you might hurt yourself in the end.” She expressed what was on her mind and in her heart. I was well aware of how concerned she was about me. But what could I possibly lose in this war? Nothing! I am a man, wealthy as a result of my mother's inheritance and the generosity of my grandparents, and I have achieved academic success in the field of gynecology. I am therefore prepared to begin working as a gynecologist in my enemy's hospital. Yes, in my father's hospital.

When my cell phone rang, I snapped to attention; I looked at the time and said, "Mom, I have to leave right away. I'll give you a call later.” I kissed her cheeks and picked up the phone as I dashed out of the house to my Porsche, saying, "Yes, yes, I'm on my way," as I drove away. "I'll only need ten minutes.” And then I got off the phone.

My professor informed me that he was extremely busy and that he had run out of time, so he asked me to take his place in the opening speech of the graduation ceremony.

I jumped into my Porsche and cranked up the engine to full power. I needed to be there in ten minutes or less. It was an honor for me to be invited to this event. Everything seemed to be going according to plan, as if it were a lucky day for me.

I smirked, feeling charged and upbeat, even giddy with excitement.

In the middle of the parking lot, I stopped the car. I didn't have a lot of free time. However, I happened to be in the way of another Ferrari. I couldn't have cared less about this.

“Hey, move your fucking car,” screamed a young lady from her car window.

I got out of the car and walked over to her side, leaning into her window to see no one but Julia.

"Prof, I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was you," she began. She blushed in embarrassment as she said this.

"Get out of your car right now," I said, raising my brows. I was on the verge of commanding her.