Burned By Desire

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eaded with my father. My voice breaks, and my eyes s

ou think you can just come back here and ask for money?" His wo

r."I beg you, Dad... My little boy is lying helplessly at the hospi

's not even your rea

could say is this? What about me, uh, am I not your daugh

be my biological son, but adopting him as my own was the sli

r death, I made a promise to always look after her son. And now that he

a!" He yells back before sitting on a single-seater sofa, placing one of his le

to Scot Greyson is the best t

ther, who sat down in front of me with the slightest concern on his face. "Please, don't make me marr

t as he took another sip from his drin

overprotective man who would never

. He was not the richest parent, but the endless love and support he showed were way

e on, Vanessa, this is the only wa

against the doorway, her arm wrapped around her chest. I quickly ran up

d and pushed me back, stopping

r examining me for a second. I didn't r

waltz back in here and expect us to embrace you with open arms and give you whatever yo

the first place. Ever since my father married her, our home has been a chaoti

relationship I had with my father. I couldn't keep up with the torture both she and her daughter ma

tune.After I left, I'd promised myself never to set f

use where I would presumably commit a f

deep their words might affect me. I was beyond vuln

ck home, far from it. I wouldn't want to live

e hoped to get an answer.I shake my head slowly in disgust, tears still plunging down my eyes, making my visi

eaking any further. My father dipped his hand into his pocket and pulled o

my dad say into the phone as he lowers his glass of wine on a d

o take care of."He adjusted his suit, took some calculated steps to where his wif

became straitlaced as I watched my

ghts commandeered my mind, sending a fresh wave of p

a good cause, but nothing seems t

it!