"Beautiful....And I really want to create a mess....A beautiful mess." His lips brushed against her ear with each word, sending a shiver down her spine.
His words caught her off guard, causing her to burst into laughter. 'You want what?' she managed...
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ISABELLA'S POV~
"Father, why did you say those words to Samarah? We are all aware of her capabilities!" He was seated in his study, positioned in his chair.
"Isabella, I already said I don't want to discuss about this topic anymore."He abruptly rises from his chair and firmly plants himself in front of the window, casting a steady gaze outside. side. world outside.
"Father, I can sense from your demeanor and how you've been acting lately that something is weighing on your mind." I inched closer to him, feeling the weight of my footsteps as I carefully positioned myself just two steps away from him.
He didn't reply.
"Father...You know, You can share with me." I whispered in a low tone. I moved my hands to hold his shoulder. To assure him, that I'm always there. By his side. But something stopped me from doing that. I withdrew my hand, letting it fall back to my side, a heavy weight pulling at my heart.
I turned around to go back, but a voice caused me to come to a stop in my tracks. cause in my tracks.
"I'm sorry..." His words hang in the air. It was giving me chills. My eyes were glittering and I could sense it getting blurred. Upon feeling a heavy heart, I turned to face him and noticed that he was already looking at me. Our eyes met at that moment.
"I-I'm sorry Isa...for ignoring you for years. Being a father I ignored you and punished you for the thing you never did." His voice, rich and sonorous, seemed to gradually lose its volume as he continued to speak, almost as if each word was accompanied by a gentle descent in tone, adding an intriguing layer of depth and emotion to his speech. I observe a few glistening tears forming in the corners of his eyes as if they are about to spill over and roll down his cheeks. For 15 years...I waited 15 years to be called Isa by him.
"Bu-but I never stopped loving you, my child. There was not even a single day I didn't care for you." His voice was getting heavy. A single tear left my eyes and his too. For 15 long years, I anxiously awaited the moment when I would finally hear those words: that he never hated me.
"You have been protecting our family for 10 years. At the age of playing with toys. You decided to play with danger. Yo-You decided to protect our family. And fool me, who ignored you, where I should have devoured you with love." I know at the age of 15, I decided to join the mafia. But it was my decision, I never blamed anyone. Even I completed my studies too.
"Father...Please." I whispered and made him sit on the sofa. And I went on my knees holding his hands. We both were crying.
" Whatever I said about you in the hall was true and wholeheartedly my precious." We both sniffled.
"Father, please stop crying. It was all my decision. Even joining the mafia and protecting. I never felt bothered, It-it's my responsibility. Isn't it Fa--Father?" He nodded. The room is now filled with nothing but the sound of sniffing.
