Sixtythree : The King And Queen
Nik's POV
"Hi Father, you've finally called " I said, my voice so thin and inhumanly cold like a Popsicle.
I didn't want to call him 'Old Man' this time but 'father' as a reminder that the person who had betrayed me was my own flesh and blood, someone that birthed me. Someone who was supposed to wish for my everyday progress and happiness above any other thing.
"What do you think you're doing ?!" Father snapped from the other end but my lips quirked up .
Oh, I knew what he was talking about.
The engagement news and then my own official statement was a complete slap to his face.
The Old Man had organized the news as a means, a platform to inform the whole world that he has chosen a daughterinlaw but then his own son, his flesh and blood, someone
