Chapter 8 -Love ✔️

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^^^That's how Naomi looks like ^^^

???? POV

"How was your day at school sport?" I rubbed Naomi's sons head.

"First off don't call me sport second don't mess up my hair I just fixed this." He smoothed down his hair.

"Owen be nice to your father." Diana wrapped her arms around him from behind.

"My father is in L.A you know that." He unraveled her arms that were around him and walked off.

"Sorry about him he's not really comfortable with the divorce." Diana sighed.

"My daughter was like that." I sighed.

"Speaking of which we've been in a relationship for 8 months and you haven't told me about you having a daughter." She raised an eyebrow.

"She's about Owen's age but she's an absolute brat that's why had to kill her."

Angel's POV

You know I thought conquering these units would be hard but it's actually pretty easy well I mean not too easy because I have to do all the calculations in my head since I forgot my calculator.

I was about to start the second unit when Jasmine bursted through my door.

"Angel!" She looked at me with angry eyes.

Oh god what did I do now?

"Y-yea?" I stuttered

"What is this?!" She held up the letter that was inside the envelope

"It's paper Jasmine." I sighed and went back to my math textbook

She turn my body to face her and put the letter in my hands.

"Read the name that's after dear out loud."

"Dear Angel Jasmine Herrand," I looked up at her and stared for a good 7 seconds
" I don't understand what's wrong with it?"

I noticed that the rest of my name was a scribbled out with pencil thanks Owen.

"Your father's name is Jaxon right?" She snatched the letter out of my hands which gave me paper cuts on all eight of my fingers.

"Yes." I winced from the pain.

"And you thought that this wasn't important to tell me?" She walked closer to me

Right now I was scared because I've never seen Jasmine angry before she was always so kind and loving.

"I didn't think it was important I'm sorry." I walked closer to her I could feel the blood dripping from my fists.


"Why is it even relevant?" I looked up at her.

"Why it's even relevant? Are you stupid or something?," I flinched at the insult

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