For you, I would.

Chapter five

I took a deep breath as I stepped my foot inside the house. I knew deep down that I wouldn't escape my Faher's anger. I was wrong in what I did. He absolutely hates it when I go out without telling him, and what I did will definitely infuriate him.

Shit. I am so dead. The last time I saw my Dad mad— no, furious, was when I was thirteen years old and it was for the same reason. I had gone out without informing him, all because I wanted to find that woman and I ended up in a hospital bed with a bandage on my head.

I remember vividly how furious my father was at that time. I could see the intense rage in his eyes, yet at the same time, I also sensed a deep emotion in him. That day, he looks so fragile... and scared.

I felt the man following me. To this day, his identity remains a mystery to me, and I'm left wondering about his connection to my father.

I stopped in my tracks, the sound of the wine glass being placed on the counter near our living room catching my attention. As I turned, I saw my father's commanding figure. He stood with his back, elbows casually resting on the counter.

I took a deep breath. I knew I was in deep trouble.

"Daddy."

He stood in silence, slowly turning to direct his gaze at me. Crossing his arms, and his eyes bore into mine. I couldn't help but furrow my brow in response to the intensity of his stare. Despite the seriousness etched on his face, there was an unexpected calmness in his eyes, devoid of any visible trace of anger.

Which is very strange. Damn, I'm having a bad feeling about this.

I looked around and didn't see any of his men. There were only three of us in the living room. I felt nervous. Would Daddy's anger be that intense?

Confused, I faced my father, but at that same time, he took a step closer, elegantly holding his wine glass and a folder in his hand.

"Dad, I know what I-"

I couldn't finish my sentence when he placed a folder on the small table. He then sat on the sofa in front of me with his legs crossed.

I glanced down at the folder resting on the table, then shifted my gaze to my father. He took a sip before nodding and motioned for me to take a look at the folder.

I hesitantly reached for the folder, my heart pounding with uncertainty. As I held the paper in my hands, I glanced back at my father. His intense gaze bore into me, analyzing my every movement with unwavering attention. With a deep breath, I slowly unfolded the folder, revealing its contents.

A wave of unease washed over me as I absorbed the information on the paper before me. It provided detailed information about someone... I definitely knew.

Furrowing my brow, I locked eyes with my father, searching for answers in his unreadable expression.

"What is this, Dad?" My voice quivered with a mix of confusion and apprehension. He let out a heavy sigh before meeting my gaze once more.

"From now on," he began, his voice trailing off... "you will be living as Thalisse Valencia," His declaration echoed in the room, leaving no room for argument.

The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. The person on the paper was really me, but a different version. It was a jarring revelation, a twist in my reality that I struggled to comprehend.

With a snap of his fingers, one of his men approached, handing him another document. He glanced at it briefly before placing it back on the table, gesturing for me to take a closer look.

I seized the paper, my hands trembling with a mix of fear and disbelief as I scanned the contents. It was a location, accompanied by a photo of a house, sent a chill down my spine. I stared at my father in disbelief, the weight of his decision sinking in.