---- 24_The role of the victim doesn't suit you. Faith A part of me wants to call after Lola and beg her to stay. That same part wants to beg her to find out if my suspicions might be more than just fear created by Alpha's words. But the other part wants her to be free of every negative bit she has to endure for as long as she stays in my life. It wants her to quit her job, leave this place and pack, and be happy somewhere where others will appreciate her. Where people will notice her kind nature and be grateful to have her near. Where she will be safe from my father. | also know the reason she put up with so much over the years alongside me is because of me. She stayed on as the help for me, but | won't be the reason for her torment now that she has a chance to run. | just hope she takes it and never ---- looks back. Besides, since Alpha Dorian would rather die than free me from his clutches, | need to keep Lola away from me. That man is hell-bent on making my life as miserable as | feel right now. The poor woman sacrificed so many years of her life for my good, | can't let her jump into the clutches of yet another monster for me. Today, Lola breaks free from everything. As of today, | am no longer an anchor holding her back from leaving, and she is no longer a tool for my compliance. My father liked to remind me over the years he could take her from me, and vice-versa, but not anymore. It's funny how relieved | feel when my father waltzes into my room just a few minutes later. As much as | hate the man, at least I'm not alone, rotting with my horrible thoughts. How sick is that, how comfortable | am in my misery, and all because he is my familiar tormentor. "You know, you're good. Very good," he laughs, ---- shaking his finger at me. "But | must say,' he chuckles, plopping down on my bed, he taps my leg. "The role of the victim doesn't suit you. A villain, perhaps, but not a victim. We can't let you ruin the family's reputation, can we?" Why am | still surprised by his words? Why can't | let go of the hope that this man might change, admit his mistakes and become a better person? Even if he doesn't think much of me, one thing | know for a fact is that | have to keep my mouth shut. The last time | had the gall to contradict him, | was locked up for a week. My heart thunders against my chest as | recall the moment | woke up in this bed. The moment | saw yet another aftermath of someone's doings. It started with my father and Alpha Dorian had to take the vile crimes to a new level. Both of them disgust me. | hate the very fact that men like them walk on the same planet as me. ---- | shake my head thoughts as my fi listening, so he's to rid myself of the awful ather keeps talking. I'm not basically lecturing himself, but at one point, he brings up the cells again. | consider spitting in his face and screaming out everything Dorian did to me. Perhaps, this time, he wouldn't pull t! he same trick since | know about the wedding date, but I'm sure he's creative enough to come up with sick ideas that do more damage mouth shut. Father raises his to ruffle my hair, was a child. It sic! and how my hero in less time, so | keep my hand and places it on my head ust like he used to do when | kens me to think of the past turned into my worst nightmare, but | do my best to hide the disgust | feel. "You're not comp got rid of the bab now. I'm proud o: letely useless. Good thing you y, or we'd be in more trouble you. Of course, the sick bastard is proud of my so- called shame. The very shame he caused. His Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!