Nadia’s POV
I stormed upstairs to my room in a fit of rage. I was done staying with my overbearing parents and having to put up with all of their shenanigans. I was done with all of their controlling bullshits.
I slammed the door carelessly shut behind me as I stormed into the room and immediately started to pack my clothes and personal possessions inside of my luggage. Once I was done packing, I dragged my luggage after me and out of my room. As I passed by my father’s study room, I heard the low, hushed voices of my parents talking and immediately paused to my feet. I controlled my breathing and paid rapt attention to hear what they were talking about.
“We have to get rid of this. If ever Nadia finds this, we would be in a hot mess.” My father said to my mother and she agreed with hi
