~CHAPTER 83~
KATYA POV
Darkness began flooding, my mind fragmenting under the weight of all my trauma, Of all I had been through and all I'm still going through at this mansion.
Did this fucking pig of a man just spit the words "Ungrateful" to me? – the word sparked something within me and fire blazed to life in my chest, burning deep and coursing quickly through my veins like liquid rage.
How dare he say that? He, who had brought nothing but pain and suffering into my life, a relentless storm that had ravaged my childhood and left scars that still lingered.
He, who had taken and taken, without ever giving, a void in my life that seemed impossible to fill.
Where was he when I needed a father, not an abuser? Not someone who always punches me instead of hugging me like a normal parent would do, the memory of his brutal touch seared into my skin like a brand.
"Ungrateful?" I spat the word back at him, my tone venomous, each syllable laced with hatred.
