Chapter 8

My dad paused with a strange look when he heard what Fiona said while she wore a twisted, triumphant grin.

As soon as my dad spoke, her expression started to harden, and her hands, which had been struggling against my dad's grip, slowly dropped to her sides.

“You can treat my daughter like that, so why can't I do the same to you?”

After being forcefully shoved away, she grabbed the fruit knife from the bedside and pressed it against my neck.

“D-Don’t come any closer! If you do, I’ll kill her!”

My dad froze, not daring to provoke the already deranged Fiona.

She laughed. Her laughter carried a mix of madness and sorrow as she looked at my dad, her eyes filled with hatred when they turned to me.

“Sophie, why do you get to be born into a good family and have a loving dad? Why can’t I live such a good life?”

She waved the knife around. Her eyes were wild with insanity.

“I know you didn’t seduce Damon, but I refuse to believe you’re his daughter. So I carved those words on your fa