Sophia's POV.
"What?" I gasped, utterly defeated.
What was happening to my father? Had he just lost his sense of reasoning or was this a toxic trait I hadn't noticed in the past?
How could he ask me to pick between him and Alessandro? Why couldn't I just have both of them in my life? Why was he so insistent on ruining our relationship.
"Father..." my voice cracked. "This is totally absurd and I won't stand for it. I'm going to my old room right now, and I don't want to disturbed. I'll stay there until this is healed."
As I turned my back on him, he barked, "You have to make a choice Sophia. You're my princess, my art queen, not some s*x toy he could play with!"
I slowly turned to him, clearly fed up with his tantrums.
"I'm not Alessandro's s*x toy. I'm the woman he loves, his girlfr
