A/N: How's this story so far guys?

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BREY's POV

I walked briskly towards the exit of the club without looking back and then went to the parking lot. I was about to get inside my car when I heard some voices. I looked at their direction and I saw the man who brought Ms. Morgan to our table a while ago. He was talking with someone.

"How much did Mr. Montereal pay you for that girl you brought to him a while ago? I didn't know that you have such a hot woman in your collection."

"That woman isn't one of my girls." I was planning on ignoring them when his answer actually caught my attention.

"What do you mean? Where did you get her anyway?"

"I just taught her a lesson. One of my girls escaped because of her so I forced that woman to replace her. I'm glad it looks like they didn't notice that I delivered the wrong girl." upon saying that, he laughed loudly as he started counting the money that he was holding.

It must be the money that Kyrus paid him. I didn't know why but I suddenly felt furious hearing what he had done to Juno. Before I could even control my anger, my feet moved like they had a mind of their own towards the two men.

"Hey!" I hissed before I pulled him by the shoulder and then punched his faced with all my might. He almost face-planted on the ground because of what I did. He groaned in pain as his lips bled.

"What the hell! Why the fùck did you do that for?!" the other man asked before he raised his fist and was about to punch me but I quickly dodged it. I threw a left hook towards his face and he groaned in pain as he fell on the ground.

They were both in pain while clutching their faces. The other guy got up after a couple of seconds even though he looked like he was having a hard time and was about to attack me again when the other one spoke.

"Stop!"

"What? Why are you stopping me? I just can't let this guy hit us like that without getting back at him!" he roared but his friend got up and then stopped him by pulling him away from me.

"He is one of Mr. Montereal's friends. If you still want to live normally without any troubles, let's get out of here." when the other guy heard that, he looked at me in fear as he swallowed hard.

My eyes squinted in anger because of how they stared at me. They looked like they were the victim and was begging for me to spare them.

"Don't you ever do that to any woman again, especially to that girl because if you did that again, I will make sure to make your lives living hell." I threatened them acidly.

They both looked at each other.

"Yes, sir." They both answered in fear before they suddenly ran away with their tails between their legs.

"Fùcking cowards." I shook my head and then walked towards my car and got inside. I started the engine and then drove my way out of there. I chuckled humorlessly when I remembered what happened. Why did I have to do that?

When I heard what that man did to Juno, my blood instantly boiled and I saw red.

I already knew that Juno Alexia Morgan would never do that kind of thing but I didn't think that that b*stard really forced her to replace someone. I thought she knew that guy personally and she was just doing a favor for him or something.

I huffed. When I stopped my car in front of the red light, I found myself dialing Kyrus' number.

"What's up, man?" I thought he wouldn't answer because he was busy a while ago flirting with a woman but I guess he already finished.

"Where is Ms. Morgan?"

"She's still here. Why?"

"Listen, bud. She's not a private escort, okay? That man who brought her a while ago just forced her and dragged her to our table." To my surprise, he suddenly laughed.

"What the---. Is this for real? The great Brey Austin Amouretti is now concern about a girl?" he asked in a teasing voice.

"Shut up! Just make sure that this won't happen again. I hate involving other people with your games."

"Sure. Don't worry. This won't happen again. Anyway, I think I'll sleep in you place tonight. I can't drive all the way to my house in this state. I'm already drunk." I mentally shook my head. He really doesn't know how to control himself.

"Ask Jace to drop you off to my place then." He laughed.

"Yes, momma."

"Fùck you!" I hissed and then turned off my phone. I continued driving until I finally arrived at my place.

It was a mansion in an exclusive village. I bought this house three years ago.

After I parked the car, I entered the house just to be surprised when I saw who was sitting at the living room, obviously waiting for me.

"It's already passed midnight. Where have you been?" I almost rolled my eyes because of his question.

"What are you doing here?" I asked emotionlessly. He heaved a sigh and then pointed at the single sofa across him.

"Sit, son. I want us to discuss about something important." It was my turn to draw a deep breath but obliged anyway. I looked at him.

It has been three years since I discovered that my father was actually alive. He was Alfonse Amouretti, the youngest among his siblings. He told me that he actually didn't know about my existence until he saw the letter that my grandmother sent to him before she died.

According to him, he couldn't read the letter right away because his wife forgot to give him. He accidentally saw the letter in the drawer of his wife after a couple of years later.

My grandma stated in that letter that he has a son with my mother. My father immediately searched for me right away and after a year of searching, he finally found me.

We did a DNA test and the result was positive. He insisted for me to change my surname to Amouretti.

Ever since he found me, he tried his best to make up for the lost times. Even though I was already a successful man when he found me, he still tried to give me whatever support I needed.

I couldn't forget how he praised me back then because of my achievements. He told me that he was so proud of me because I managed to overcome the hardships of life alone.

My company was already big and successful that time and I was starting to get recognized in the business world. I was so happy back then but there was one thing that I hated the most and that was the fact that I was like a dirty secret to him.

Until now, his family wasn't aware of my existence. It's been how many years but until now, he doesn't have the guts to confess to his family.

I chuckled bitterly.

Yes, he became the best father that I could ask for ever since the first time we met but the only thing that I didn't like was the fact that he was hiding me. Yes, he gave his name to me but he couldn't even introduce me to the world.

I couldn't even tell my own sister that she has a brother. I couldn't even approach my own cousins and tell them that I was actually their cousin.

My father was the eldest among the four Amouretti siblings but he was the one who got married the last. He had been staying in their home country, Italy, while his siblings left when they got married and started their own family.

Aunt Sophie Amouretti Novell married her French husband and chose to stay in France. My Aunt Sandra Amouretti Lenard chose to stay in America with his American husband and lastly, my uncle Zachary lived in the USA with his family as well.

From what I've heard from my father, he and his siblings had a serious dispute years ago and that was the reason why he haven't talked to his siblings for a long time already. My sister haven't met our cousins in person as well.

My father had been coming to the USA since three years ago just to visit me. He never took his family with him. But three months ago, his wife insisted for them to stay in the USA because she noticed that my father kept on coming here a lot because of 'business matters'.

"What do you want to talk about, papa? Why are you here anyway?"

"I'm here because I want to see you. You're not answering my calls these past few days while I was in Africa. I was worried that something might've happened to you." Even though I didn't want to, a tinge of pain shot my heart.

I knew that he went to Africa with his family for a vacation.

"You don't have to worry about me, papa. I'm already a grown up man. You should've just enjoyed your vacation with your family." I felt like I tasted something bitter upon uttering the word 'family'.

Even though I was already used to being treated as an outsider from my mother and father's own families, I couldn't help but to get affected sometimes. I've never experienced having a mother and a father guiding me while growing up and it was hard.

Even though I'm already old enough to handle the pain now, it doesn't mean that I wasn't hurting at all.

"You're my son and you're a family as well." I chuckled humorlessly.

"Save it, papa. You can't even introduce me to them. Anyway, what do you want to tell me? I am tired and I want to rest now." I answered firmly. He looked guilty as he heaved a sigh before he cleared his throat.

"I-I just want to tell you that I spoke with Bernard, one of my good friends, and he asked me if you could be his daughter's escort in her birthday party next weekend." I stood up right away upon hearing that.

"Papa, here we go again. I already told you that I don't want you setting me up with the daughters of your business associates! I only agreed the first time but I didn't have any plans on repeating it again!" I couldn't help but to raise my voice an octave.

"Son, calm down. His daughter has just got home from living overseas that's why she doesn't have friends here yet. Just be her escort at her birthday party." I shook my head. I already heard this story before.

He had been trying to set me up with the daughters of his friends because he was worried that I might have any plans of getting married.

"I don't want to, papa. I'm sorry but I am not available." I said with finalization in my voice. He looked at me intently for a couple of seconds.

"Tell me honestly, son. Don't you have any plans of having a family? You're already old enough to get married but you don't even have a girlfriend. You never once introduce any woman to me before---" before he could even finish, I interrupted him and said the last thing that I wanted to say.

"---I have a girlfriend, papa." I winced after saying that and cursed under my breath. I lost it. Because I lost my temper, I gave him false hope. I didn't have any plans to get married as of now because I'm still enjoying my single life.

"Really, son?" he asked happily. He suddenly looked excited. I groaned inwardly.

"Yes, papa. Anyway, if that's all you want to tell me, then we're done here. I'm tired and I wanted to sleep now. Goodnight." I said and then left him there.

I went straight to my room and then freshened up. After taking a bath and drying my hair, I slept like a log just to wake up with a racket inside my house the morning after.

I heard loud voices downstairs. I quickly went down to check what was happening when I saw her talking to my father.

"You don't know how happy I am right now because I finally met the girlfriend of my son." My father said to the woman he was talking to. My mouth slack open. What the hell is happening here and what the fùck is she doing here?!

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