TEACH ME NOT 2 HATE LOVE

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🧑Nik Anthony POV🧑

Ah, boy. Hooo. This BS again.

Can someone, anyone, please tell me why things like this keep happening to me over and over again?

Tell me, why am I so unlucky when it comes to people? Just what wrong have I done to deserve this level of evil in my life?

Am I cursed or something?

Yeah, that must be it. That is why I go through all this sh*t. Hee hooo.

Alright, I'll go ahead and just tell you what's bugging me—what's making me so damn depressed and pissed off—to ease all your curiosity.

So five days ago, some guy. A Dr. Jonathan Harley pays an unannounced visit to my office at the Phoenix Stars. A new company I've decided to start up a week ago simply because I can. Not to mention, doing this creates more jobs. Thus lowering the unemployment rates in Orion City. Plus, this makes me more money. It's a win-win situation.

Alright, enough idle talk. Let's get back on track here. So according to this Doctor Harley guy, baby Kira is not my child. That he along with my doctor, the one who had done the DNA test, and a few other top doctors, were paid handsomely to fake the results.

Crazy right. Welcome to my world.

But don't think for a second that Doctor Harley told me this because he suddenly grows a conscience. Or because it is the right thing to do.

The only reason this bastard informed me of this was because the same people who paid off him and the other doctors, who are now dead—they tried to kill him and failed. However, they are still after him, and he was hoping that I would be able to help him. That I'd protect him from them.

Surely, he can't be serious. I mean, after what he told me, presuming it's the truth. More like, I don't want to believe it's the truth. I mean, I've been spending the past three weeks with baby Kira, feeding and playing with her. Putting her to sleep and loving her so much. Being her dad is one of the greatest feelings ever. I've already come to terms with this child being mine. And now this crap.

Why should I help this piece a sh*t? He spread his bed hard and shall lay in it.

Anyway, despite how I feel—how heartbroken and furious I am about this—I had to be really sure if what Harley told me was the truth or not. I need to prove once again whether baby Kira is mine or not. That is why I had a secret DNA test done early the next day. And three days later, today. It is as that piece a shit Doctor Harley said. Surprise and no surprise, Baby Kira is not mine.

Damn it, Nik! You let your guard down. I've trusted the wrong people again. I got attached to a child that is not mine. How stupid of me!

I could just shoot myself in the head for letting that bitch Amelia tricked me into believing that I was her kid's father. That's it! No more, Mr. Nice guy. I won't let that b*tch get away with this.

That is why, presently, I am on my way to the house I bought for baby Kira. It took me a little over twenty minutes to get there.

Surprised to see me there, Amelia, who was watching television—or rather, the television watching her making out with some guy—quickly got up from the sofa and pretended as if she was going to attend to baby Kira, who was upstairs crying for what seemed to be hours. However, I stopped her in her tracks. Or, to be more precise, I seized her by the neck.

"Nik. What. What are you doing?" She was trying hard to get my hand off her neck. But my grip was like the hold of a thousand men. There was no way she could get free from me with her puny strength.