TO BAIT A QUEEN:he planned to trap her father. But he trapped himself instead

Channel's POV "Dad is this really necessary" I asked slightly irritated "Yes, mi amore, I lost your mother to war underground, and I'm not ready to lose you" he said, caressing my cheeks I've spent all my damn life in Chicago, I am literally the queen of this city, men will even go down on their knees for me," Promise to call me everyday, Don't eat sugary stuffs and no alcohols, stay alive, I want you to be happy okay... don't start grieving mom the moment I walk out else I'm gonna be so pissed at you and make sure to -". he cut me off "you are not going forever mi amore " he said calmly and pulled me into a tight hug. I stand tiptoes and place a peck at the side of his face, my father is a huge mascular man packed with heavy muscles, compared to me my father is a giant, he 7'2, covered in tattoos all over his body except his face, he has a drawing of mom at his back and one me at his chest over his heart, he says I am his heart and only child, so yeah...he spoiled me, two of his men grabbed my luggage and stuff, I decided to pack a few things because I'll be going for a lot of shopping, my breath hitched in my throat as I stepped out of the cold mansion " f**k isn't that a Bugatti La Voiture Noire, worth $18.0million" I trailed my fingers across the black car" a modern homage to the Lost Type 57 SC Atlantic, this one-off hypercard boasts a quad- turbo W16 engine and a stealthy sculpted carbon-fiber body" "Right" my father said as a let out a loud Shriek "omg, dad this is so chic, I love it" " I knew you'd love it, you like showcasing wealth and power" my father said with a deep chuckle" Now get going " he said calmly I walked towards the limo packed across the mansion,I slide into the back seat relaxing as the driver sped, in a few minutes the car came to a stop, the driver opened the door for me to come out, two bulky men leads me to a private jet that was given to me as a birthday present on my eighteenth birthday, a young slim pale girl dressed professionally approached me, " let me lead you to your suite ma'am" she said with a professional smile on," hey... it's okay I know my way around here" I walk straight into my private suite, close the door behind me, I sink on to the bare cold floor tears staining my face, leaving trails of lines on my makeup, I cried hard when my I think about my sweet moments and memories with my father, my friends,the competitions, hooking up with hot guys, f**k I'm not even halfway through the city and I'm already missing, I grab my phone from my purse and called my dad, " hey princess" he says immediately when he answered "have you eaten? have you taken your meds" I asked as my voice shakes, my father sighed loudly " no I haven't" he says out of guilt " let's have a face time I want to see you eating,"uh... I'm not home right now so I'd call you when I'm home so that we can have dinner together " "but dad-" " no buts! just do as I say!" he shouts " fine! I don't care okay I'm never talking to you again" I hanged up and threw my phone against the wall, that was the first time hearing my father raising his voice at me, I take my clothes off, left in my black lingerie set, and black knee length boots, I have natural curly red hair which I keep it straight all the time, but I guess I can try something new, I take of the boots staring at my reflection, I've always stay on diet to keep my body slim and curvy, which my father always complement of, he's always like my daughter has the figure of model, a smile ghosts my lips as I remembered some sweet moments, I walk into the bathroom, steam filled the place the moment I turned on the shower, I didn't even bother to take my lingerie off as I stand under the shower not caring if my permed hair turns curly again. THREE HOURS LATER " the driver pulled up in front of a huge mansion not as huge as my father's but, it's huge it looks like a castle, whilest my dad's mansion looks modern and elegant, the family of four stood in front of the house, everyone smiling except, for her Nessa Divalgo popularly known as queen of Italy, and with the look on her face I knew, I just knew what she was thinking, then the nonchalant baddie beside her is Leighton Divalgo, I walk towards them with my now curly hair bouncing, dressed casually in a short denim pants with an oversized shirt and a knee length boots,no make-up on " hey.... guys " " Heyyy princess," says the man that looks exactly like my father, but with no tattoos as he hauled me off my feet into a tight fatherly hug, I backed away from him when he puts me down " you've got to be kidding me, you look exactly like my father if it wasn't for the fact that he's covered in tattoos, I would have bet on my life you are him" the burst into laughter," OMG, unks is that your wife I mean she looks young aunty tell me your skin care products" " don't worry I'll tell you in chambers" she said in a hushed tone, " and how the f**k do you handle your curls cuz I don't know what to do with this" " why didn't your mother teach you how to handle your curls" Nessa says with distaste written all over her face" then what is her job as your mother if she can't teach you stuff like that " " Nessa! get inside now!" "why should I, I'm just telling her the truth " " first of all b***h my mom is dead, and you have no f*****g right to get mad at her Channel's POV "Dad is this really necessary" I asked slightly irritated "Yes, mi amore, I lost your mother to war underground, and I'm not ready to lose you" he said, caressing my cheeks I've spent all my damn life in Chicago, I am literally the queen of this city, men will even go down on their knees for me," Promise to call me everyday, Don't eat sugary stuffs and no alcohols, stay alive, I want you to be happy okay... don't start grieving mom the moment I walk out else I'm gonna be so pissed at you and make sure to -". he cut me off "you are not going forever mi amore " he said calmly and pulled me into a tight hug. I stand tiptoes and place a peck at the side of his face, my father is a huge mascular man packed with heavy muscles, compared to me my father is a giant, he 7'2, covered in tattoos all over his body except his face, he has a drawing of mom at his back and one me at his chest over his heart, he says I am his heart and only child, so yeah...he spoiled me, two of his men grabbed my luggage and stuff, I decided to pack a few things because I'll be going for a lot of shopping, my breath hitched in my throat as I stepped out of the cold mansion " f**k isn't that a Bugatti La Voiture Noire, worth $18.0million" I trailed my fingers across the black car" a modern homage to the Lost Type 57 SC Atlantic, this one-off hypercard boasts a quad- turbo W16 engine and a stealthy sculpted carbon-fiber body" "Right" my father said as a let out a loud Shriek "omg, dad this is so chic, I love it" " I knew you'd love it, you like showcasing wealth and power" my father said with a deep chuckle" Now get going " he said calmly I walked towards the limo packed across the mansion,I slide into the back seat relaxing as the driver sped, in a few minutes the car came to a stop, the driver opened the door for me to come out, two bulky men leads me to a private jet that was given to me as a birthday present on my eighteenth birthday, a young slim pale girl dressed professionally approached me, " let me lead you to your suite ma'am" she said with a professional smile on," hey... it's okay I know my way around here" I walk straight into my private suite, close the door behind me, I sink on to the bare cold floor tears staining my face, leaving trails of lines on my makeup, I cried hard when my I think about my sweet moments and memories with my father, my friends,the competitions, hooking up with hot guys, f**k I'm not even halfway through the city and I'm already missing, I grab my phone from my purse and called my dad, " hey princess" he says immediately when he answered "have you eaten? have you taken your meds" I asked as my voice shakes, my father sighed loudly " no I haven't" he says out of guilt " let's have a face time I want to see you eating,"uh... I'm not home right now so I'd call you when I'm home so that we can have dinner together " "but dad-" " no buts! just do as I say!" he shouts " fine! I don't care okay I'm never talking to you again" I hanged up and threw my phone against the wall, that was the first time hearing my father raising his voice at me, I take my clothes off, left in my black lingerie set, and black knee length boots, I have natural curly red hair which I keep it straight all the time, but I guess I can try something new, I take of the boots staring at my reflection, I've always stay on diet to keep my body slim and curvy, which my father always complement of, he's always like my daughter has the figure of model, a smile ghosts my lips as I remembered some sweet moments, I walk into the bathroom, steam filled the place the moment I turned on the shower, I didn't even bother to take my lingerie off as I stand under the shower not caring if my permed hair turns curly again. THREE HOURS LATER " the driver pulled up in front of a huge mansion not as huge as my father's but, it's huge it looks like a castle, whilest my dad's mansion looks modern and elegant, the family of four stood in front of the house, everyone smiling except, for her Nessa Divalgo popularly known as queen of Italy, and with the look on her face I knew, I just knew what she was thinking, then the nonchalant baddie beside her is Leighton Divalgo, I walk towards them with my now curly hair bouncing, dressed casually in a short denim pants with an oversized shirt and a knee length boots,no make-up on " hey.... guys " " Heyyy princess," says the man that looks exactly like my father, but with no tattoos as he hauled me off my feet into a tight fatherly hug, I backed away from him when he puts me down " you've got to be kidding me, you look exactly like my father if it wasn't for the fact that he's covered in tattoos, I would have bet on my life you are him" the burst into laughter," OMG, unks is that your wife I mean she looks young aunty tell me your skin care products" " don't worry I'll tell you in chambers" she said in a hushed tone, " and how the f**k do you handle your curls cuz I don't know what to do with this" " why didn't your mother teach you how to handle your curls" Nessa says with distaste written all over her face" then what is her job as your mother if she can't teach you stuff like that " " Nessa! get inside now!" "why should I, I'm just telling her the truth " " first of all b***h my mom is dead, and you have no f*****g right to talk s**t about her asshole"