Axel"That boy will be as bad as you are, Paolo" my mother says as she watches what my father made me do.At my feet is the youngest "whore" of my father, as he himself says, "his hobbies", she tried against my father’s life last night and that was her mistake, my father would never let something like this pass.I was ten, but I felt much older than that."Stop complaining, Veka, you know the boy was made for it." "Only when you confessed after marriage who you really were" she almost spits in my father’s face, just does not, because she knows that there will always be a retaliation.Mom was such a beautiful woman, today I just see her bitter and walking around the corners of the house talking to herself.She never treated me badly, was always kind and loving, however, this began to change a few years ago when my father began to insert me into this world, I think she did not want to see what I would become."You didn’t tell me you were going to marry the devil" Stop complaining, woma
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