Lyanne’s POV
I’m here in our house, having dinner with my father and Creston. Creston is sitting beside me while dad is at the edge of the long table. This will be the first time I will have my dinner with my dad at the same table again after months.
“Tell me about the movie you’re making with your bastard boyfriend,” my father’s baritone voice killed the silence in the kitchen.
I put down the spoon and fork I’m holding as I take a look at my father blankly. Is he really serious? Bringing up that man in front of food and in front of our maids?
“Dad, we’re eating. Besides, he’s not my boyfriend anymore. An ex-boyfriend.” I emphasized.
He raised an eyebrow at me. “So? Do we have a rule that we can’t talk about that damn bastard boyfriend of yours?”
“Dad, he’s not my boy-”
“I’m glad y
