***GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNING FOR THE NEXT THREE CHAPTERS***
Third Person P.O.V.
Diana turns around like she doesn’t understand why he’s upset.
“Hi daddy, you’re back early. How was your trip?” She asked.
“Oh don’t play dumb with me you little slut. I know you got your memories back. I could see it on your face the second I walked through the door,” He laughs. “I guess I’ll just have to take care of you myself, and then I’ll fly to Paris and take care of that i***t Pierre. I’m going to enjoy getting rid of you.”
Richard slams the door shut and latches the deadbolt. He turns to Diana who is visibly shaking. He can see the fear in her eyes and he couldn’t be happier. He stalks towards her with a glare that could kill.
“Daddy please don’t do this. I’m your daughter,” Diana tries to beg hi
