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Emily Monroe
It’s been officially a week since I was taken from my father’s villa and put behind bars for a crime I still quite didn’t understand.
While my father had explained what he did, I still couldn’t wrap my head around the why and I hated the fact that I’ve constantly invalidated my own feelings by justifying what my father did.
I couldn’t hate the man for what he’s done to me, though I wished I did. I wished I had not trusted him when he had showed interest in my art work.
I still remembered how surprised I had been when he had showed up at my secret studio where I painted all my art work.
“Father! Oh God… what… how…” I stuttered. I was in deep shock.
How had he found this place when only I and Stiles…
Then it dawned on me, Stiles’s had told him.
My father smiled at
