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💯 { the bad boy and the girl who lives next door}💯


⏩ EPISODE  77⏪


I sigh and went back to bed for I was feeling light headed and needed to a good rest but unfortunately I needed to be at the company for some important signing.

Oh wait I'm my own boss so why should I worry about my job.

I rolled over and reached for the landline and called the chef to bring my breakfast up to my room.

Dylan can as well eat breakfast alone or better still eat out.

A gentle knock landed on the door and I muttered a come and the door sprung open.

"Hey dad can I talk to you?" That was Dylan. I stood up immediately and looked at him with questioning eyes.

"Yeah what's up?" I rested up and he leaned against the wall with a small smile.

"What if you get a chance to get to know your mom better would you want to? Or would you like to hear the other side of the story?" He asked and I sighed sadly.

"What side are you talking about? Do you mean to tell me she's feeling remorseful? Or probably pity for me?" I was trying so hard to hold back my emotions trying not to break down in front of Dylan.

He also deserves to be happy and not dewell in loneliness like me.

He shook his head. " no you're getting it all wrong please just let me explain." He said and sat down on the couch at the adjecent room.

"She had no choice after being sexually abused by her step father and in the process she lost her mom right in front of her eyes. That day she took her first kill and became a ruthless assassin. She didn't want her child to follow same footsteps so she didn't to let you have the better life that you deserved and gave you to the orphanage. She had no choice dad."

" I'll leave you to think about it." 

I couldn't process what he was saying at the moment for I was trying not to believe what he was actually saying.

He stood up and left. Did she really went through that?

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