AGE GAP STORY!!!
Beverly clover fawn, the definition of sweetness, the most precious girl as considered by her parents. but due to her father's business and busy schedule, he somewhere left his daughter behind.
that's when someone else grabbed he...
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{Beverly}
By the time he had finished with his side of the past, my past. I was sobbing and shaking uncontrollably. I fist my skirt, tears falling from my eyes were wetting my shirt.
"No, baby. Come here my soul. Don't cry" Nikolai cooes and gets up, pulling me into his strong arms.
"Shh. You're okay. I'm here, I'll never let anything happen to you, I promise" he rubs my back, Patting my hair and drawing small circles on my back.
"W-why would he do that" I mutter softly, nuzzling into his neck. Wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Cause he's a fucking asshole who deserves to die. I promise I'll keep you safe, pretty girl."
I stand up from him lap, making him frown. He looks up at me as I stand, I wipe my tears and sit back on my seat.
I'm still mad at him.
"You should've t-told me" I say, looking down at my chubby fingers.
I can't even look at him. He's too pretty.
"I know that, and I'm fuc- freaking sorry for it. I know I made a mistake, but please let me fix it" He pleads. I hate to see him this way.
Mr. PRETTY is too pretty to plead like this.
"I-I what about dad?" I asked. Dad? No.
"I'll kill him" he said, making me stop fiddling with my fingers and look up at him. He was serious.
"Baby, I'll kill him. I'll fucking torture him to death. the same way he did to Abigail. He deserves to burn in hell."
"He doesn't know that you know what happened. He is planning a birthday party for you, on the exact same day he is going to get your signatures and kill you. Something I'll never let happen. I'll fucking die before I let anyone touch you."
Nikolai was completely serious when he said this. He had a grave expression on his face but his hands still held mine, softly with the same affection and care.
"Moya dusha, please forgive me for not telling you before baby, I couldn't let this ruin you. I-I know what I did was wrong. You had every right to know about it." I simply nod.
My stepmom too was involved with him.
The 'he' in the letter was none other than my own biological father.
