Arvil always knew his daughter was not the innocent girl she liked to pretend to be. He knew about her late-night parties, drug usage, and sex parties, but since those things mostly stayed under the radar and never got out in the public, he was totally okay with it.
He was willing to ignore what his daughter did and continue to pretend to be a father to a sweet daddy’s girl who did everything that was told to do. Except for marriage, she hated the idea of being used as so bargaining chip.
Arvil understood this, and since he loved his daughter, he never forced her into it.
But today’s different, today the evidence of his daughter’s sexual deviance is out there in so unknown person’s hands, and he cannot let this slide.
He cannot risk the world knowing that his daughter likes to get roughed up in a mall’s washroom by a guy with a massive cock.
And since he can’t let this thing get out, he needs to get rid of all the parties involved in this, except his daughter and her friend, Grace. Grace can’t be touched because she also cos from an influential family like his.
But the guy in the photo and videos, and the person who took those photos and videos, are completely disposable.
"Bella," Arvil presses his telephone’s button and calls his secretary in once again. His hot secretary walks in, this ti a little nervous as Arvil just blew a fuse a few minutes ago.
She looks around and sees a few very expensive decorations completely destroyed.
"Get my daughter and clean up this ss. Also, get a new computer." Arvil says.
"Right on it," The secretary says and leaves.
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Claressa is in her bikini, floating on a tube, enjoying the morning sun, when she suddenly hears her phone ring.
"Ugh~" she groans and begins shaking her legs to propel herself towards the end of the swimming pool. She then picks up her phone and looks at the caller. [Dad’s Office]
’Why is he calling now?’ Claressa wonders and answers the call.
[Miss Claressa, your father has called for your presence.] Claressa hears the voice of a woman from the other side.
Claressa recognizes the voice. It’s the bitch that her father hired to fuck and maybe do so work for him.
"Tell him I am busy," Claressa says.
[I’m afraid I can’t do that, Miss Claressa. Your father sounded very angry. I don’t think he would like to hear a no right now,] the woman says.
Claressa frowns. Why would her father be angry at her? She didn’t do anything that would make him angry recently. The only thing she has on her mind nowadays is Amon.
"Ugh, okay fine, I will be there within an hour," Claressa says and ends the call.
She gets out of the pool and calls for ena to fetch her a towel before returning to her room to get ready.
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Grace is in a eting with her co-workers as the leader of her team; it’s her job to make sure everyone in her team is giving their all in their current project.
Any laziness and they get fired. When it cos to work and business, Grace doesn’t compromise.
As the daughter of the CEO, she has a chip on her shoulder. She needs to prove to others that she is not just a pretty face and isn’t in her current position due to nepotism.
Suddenly, there is a knock on the eting room door as a man leans in, grabbing everyone’s attention.
"Can’t you see there is a eting going on?" Grace says angrily.
"Umm... I am sorry, but Miss Grace, your father has asked for you. Now," the man says.
Grace puts down the file and looks at her team.
"You can leave. We will do this tomorrow," Grace says and leaves. Her team mbers take a sigh of relief. So of them were not fully prepared, and now they have an extra day to finish up the last bits and pieces.
Grace makes her way to the elevator, walks in, and scans her card, which unlocks the button to the topmost floor of the building that can be accessed only by the core mbers of the company.
A few minutes later, she arrives at her father’s office. She sees her father’s secretary sitting outside her father’s office, making so phone calls.
"Miss Grace, your father is waiting for you." The secretary notices Grace and informs her to go in.
Grace nods and walks in.
Stepping inside her father’s office, Grace sees her father staring outside his window.
"Dad," she calls him.
"Sit down," The man says. His voice, very deep and powerful. It would make a weak man’s chest vibrate.
Grace feels sothing is off as her father sounds a little too serious, but she does as her father told her. She sits down.
"What’s going on?" Grace asks.
"You have beco a liability to ," the man says. Grace’s frown deepens.
"What did I do?" Grace asks.
"I don’t care what you did, I care that you did it and got caught," the man says and throws an envelope at Grace as he turns around.
Big, fat, and white hair, big beard, and a very intimidating aura. This is the type of man who is always in control. Every room he walks in, he garners everyone’s attention through his sheer presence.
Grace looks at her father, feeling a little intimidated. She then reaches into the envelope and takes out the photo from within. As soon as she lays eyes on it, her eyes widen.
She starts shifting through them and finds herself with Amon and Grace in a very questionable position.
"Daughter of Victor Blane, being a slut. What do you think that would do to my reputation?" He asks. His voice, cold.
Grace’s hand trembles as she realizes this is much bigger than she thought.
Like her father said, he doesn’t give a shit about what she did; he gives a shit because she got caught doing it.
He is a man who only cares about his business, and the child who proves themselves as the one who can take his empire to the next level is his favorite child, and that is why Grace puts in so much work to be better than her siblings.
But now, because of this, all her efforts might be in ruins.
"I can explain!" Grace says.
"I don’t need explanations. I need that man’s na," Victor says.
Grace hesitates.
"If you don’t talk. You are no longer my daughter," Victor says. His voice showed no emotions.
Grace trembles. All her life, she has only wanted one thing, and that is her father’s approval, but recently, there is one more thing that she wants more, to be with Amon.
Amon is the only man who has ever made her feel like life is worth just more than working your ass off to prove yourself. In front of Amon, she is just a girl who can be her true self.
So she is having a very hard ti wondering if she should betray Amon.
But then she rembers sothing about Amon, just like her father, he too is rich. She doesn’t know the extent of Amon’s wealth, but she knows he is an extrely rich man.
And if anyone can stand against her father, it’s soone who has a limitless pocket.
So she decides to give up his na, hoping that Amon will protect her just like he promised.
"His na is Amon Khufu, and he works as a teacher at the University," Grace says.
"Hmm, you can leave," Victor says. Now that he has Amon’s na, he doesn’t need anything from Grace.
Grace nods her head and leaves. Victor feels nothing as she watches his daughter leave. He is just disappointed because he thought out of all his children, Grace might be worth sothing, but he thought wrong. She also fell victim to human desires, desires that bring one’s ruin.
Victor then takes out his private phone and makes a call.
[What is it, sir?] A voice cos from the other end.
"I want information on soone nad Amon Khufu," He says.
[Do you have anything more than just his na?] the voice asks.
"He works at the university," He says.
[Alright, give a few minutes,] the voice says, and puts the call on hold. After a few minutes, he speaks [Sir... this man... his files are restricted. Even with my credentials, I can’t get through,] the voice says.
"Okay," Victor says and ends the call. He frowns and dials another number, soone he is sure can help him.
[What do you want?] The voice on the other end says, he sounds annoyed. Victor can also hear the faint sound of a woman’s moans coming from the other end, but he doesn’t care.
"I want information on soone," Victor says.
[Why are you asking for information? Ask one of your chumps,] The voice on the other end says.
"That’s the problem. This person’s file is restricted,’ Victor says.
There is silence for a few seconds from the other end. [What’s this person’s na?] the voice asks.
"Amon Khufu," Victor says. The silence follows again, this ti even longer.
[Tell the na again?] The voice asks. He sounds very panicked. Even the woman’s moan from the other end stops.
"Amon Khufu," Victor says again.
[Have you fucking lost your mind?] The voice on the other end suddenly shouts angrily, catching Victor off guard.
"Why are you getting so riled up. I just asked you for information about this man," Victor says.
[Hear a very important piece of advice for you. Whatever you are thinking of doing. Stop right now. Don’t ss with him, because if you do, I promise, you will get destroyed. And even if you do try sothing, don’t call again. Don’t get involved in this. Stay as far away from as possible,] the voices on the other end shouted, and screams panicked before ending the call.
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