"This can't be. I need more proof!"
I scream at him. Trying hard to find a way so as to contradict his statement but miserably failing.
"You, Scarlett Vox, used to call me Vex, loved my fluffy hair and used to beg me to hug you as you enjoyed my hugs."
He implies while a slight smile appears on his face.
"Also, you had an abusive father to which I despised so much. You still have the scar near your eye. You've had it since you were twelve years old."
He adds.
A moment of silence happens in the room as i freeze.
"It really..."
I stop to gasp, a gasp of pure shock. My eyes widen.
"It really is...you."
I catch a few breaths, still in disbelief.
"Yes, princess. It is me."
He replies, chuckling slightly.
"Where have you been all this time you sick bastard?!"
I scream as I grab my pocket knife which was near my bed and throw it right at him.
He moves his head aside to dodge the knife and grabs it with his right hand like its a normal thing.
"Calm down, princess."
He implies as he puts the knife on my night stand.
"I could have gotten badly injured, you know?"
He continues
"You've always had good reflexes. Shut up with your nonsense."
I respond, rolling my eyes at him.
"Isn't this just so adorable, you still remember."
He smirks.
I walk closer to him and push him out of my room.
"I gotta change, get out bastard."
"Awh, you don't have to be so rude. You might have grown taller and matured but your attitude grew too."
"Oh shut up."
I close the door on him and start to unwrap my towel. I slide into a tight black dress with a slight opening at the top. Then i add accessories.
The dress:
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I wear boots that goes till my lower thighs and grab my pocket knife which I slide in the small hidden pocket of my dress.
I open the door and walk out to the immense halls of the mansion. Vexton is nowhere to be found, great. I start to make my way to my father's office.
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De Todo"And you think pushing me off a balcony is your solution to escape my affection, princess?" He mutters near my ear, almost like a soft whisper. I shiver slightly at that. I open my mouth so as to reply to his question, and a simple "Yes." Is left ou...
