The Prisoner of the Sadistic Master

Father and Treasure

...Ryan POV's...

I saw Vie who was busy justifying the garage tile in the middle of the night through the window. Chuckles to see his stupid behavior that does not understand at all installing new tiles.

Great entertainment at night, right?

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I ate my breakfast quietly and a few moments later we heard footsteps entering this dining room.

Papa's?

Why is Papa here?

I stood up and looked at him with a flat face.

He and his wife arrogantly walked in as if this house belonged to them, behind them was a person wearing black clothes with a pitch-black suitcase.

Papa walked up to me and smiled, "Good morning my son." Papa with a face full of gimmicks.

"What are you guys coming here in the morning?" I asked flat to the point.

Papa hugged me, "This is my son. You are my proud and beloved son. You prove how you can be a successful human being and boast of us as your parents." Papa said.

"Go to the point. Ryan's got a lot to do." My welcome.

If he comes, something will happen. Which is definitely a detrimental thing.

"You know my son. You have a sister even if it's not from the mother who gave birth to you, right? I want you to share your treasure with him to build him more successful like you will."

I stared at Papa sharply, "I mean? My treasure? Did I not hear wrong?"

How dare he manage my property, and he himself never treats me as a child and throws me away like trash without paying me back.

Papa patted me on the shoulder slowly, "Help this Papa of yours son. And give her your treasure. Papa doesn't have any possessions at all, son. As the eldest you must be the backbone of the family."

I'm whining, "Cih. You mean, you're enjoying your own fortune with this wife of yours and you're burdening me with this child of yours huh?"

I looked at him threateningly, "Are you not aware of how sadistic you are of treating me as a child. You humiliated me, chided me, leftover food and even more often for me not to eat, stayed outside the house and even you kept driving me away every time I showed up to you. You call you old man?"

Papa looked down at me instead, "That's because you're a daughter**** my son. You should be thankful I let you live first. So you owe me."

Plakk

Papa slapping me made me stare down from his loud slap, "Children scum! How dare you say that to me!"

I held my cheeks and felt a pain and iron liquid running down my lips.

I stared at him intently, "Get out of this place now."

He spat and looked at me, "Bas on the child****** rubbish! You're not my son, your mother who****** has made love to another man and is pregnant with you. Hmh!" He left me.

I shook my head and then turned around. I was silent when I saw Vie staring at me.

Hid. Surely she will demean me after knowing my mother is a lowly woman. He walked up to me, my eyes hard to guess.

I threw my face away, "Go and get back to work.."

My sentence was cut off when he touched my cheek, "Here let me treat."

I looked at his face.

Why is my heart slashed with its touch.

He pulled my hand and led me to sit on the sofa near us.

He took a compress and compressed my cheek.

I held his hand, "That's it. Don't touch me."

He brushed my hand away, and again compressed me, "You must be quiet. Don't bother me, I'll treat you."

He stared with deep eyes, "There are two ways humans can change themselves. First, the Man who learns from his own mistakes . Second, people learn from the mistakes of others.

You're not your mother. How your mother used to do that was just the past."

The deg!

My heart kept beating as he said that.