Marco's POV
Papa?!
Her tiny voice echoed in my head, refusing to die off like a severe migraine.
There was no f*****g chance in hell that I'd have a child, especially not with Elara. It was a paid one-night stand That night with her slutty mum was fresh at the back of my mind. Just like every paid w***e, I banged raw. They were always put under pills by the club's managers and screened before being sent over.
Elara…
My eyes were on the child. Terrified, her small frame trembled beneath the sheets, with every pore seeping out thick beads of sweat.
Running along her features, now taking out every time to assess every damn detail. She was undeniably Elara’s; pretty blue eyes, blonde hair, cupid bowl lips…
“I'm sorry, Papa. Birdie wanted to play.” She inhaled deeply, terrified, pu
