"It’s nothing, I can do it," she reassured with a smile on her lips.


    Xavier stared at her for a few seconds, watching if he could see any kind of emotions on her face. Unfortunately, it was as nk as a sheet of paper.


    He gave her a brief right hug, kissing her forehead before she went inside the room Robert was kept in, and he made sure to stay by the door in case Robert tried anything.


    "Do you like your little space, Robert? Or should I continue to call you father?" Anastasia asked, walking to grab a seat to position herself in front of Robert, whose hands and legs had been tied together.


    "Because you’ve reunited with your family, and you have me captured here, you think you’ve won?" He questioned her. "Once I get out of here, I will make sure to put you back in your ce. Even though you have Ezekiel and Xavier by your side, I will take you in front of them and there’s nothing they can do about it!" He spat all over her face.


    When he noticed her nk expression, a grin stretched on his lips. "What? Did you forget how I used to take you since your 13th birthday? It felt good, didn’t it? Hearing you scream all night for me to stop yet you couldn’t do anything about it was a dreame true."


    Behind the doors, Xavier’s hand hovered about the handle to break in since he couldn’t hear their conversation. The room was soundproof. He couldn’t see Anastasia’s expression well since her back was facing him. Plus he wanted to wipe that smirk off Robert’s face with the back of his fist.


    He couldn’t hear what Robert was saying to Anastasia, but it sure had turned her quiet.


    Just when he was about to open the door, he saw her mouth moving, while the smirk that was stered on Robert’s lips faltered.


    "You don’t have to worry about that, because I remember everything that happened that night vividly." Anastasia raised her head to stare at Robert. "It was the one thing that pushed me to have my revenge on your family and I will make sure you never get to use it again."


    Robert scoffed. "Just because you learned a little bit of self-defense, don’t think you are strong enough to handle anything. You are still a weakling, Anastasia." Robert paused, but his eyes still trembled since Anastasia’s threat carried weight. "Have you ever wondered why you never recalled anything about your real mother and father? I’m sure after finding out that I was never your real father, you can’t help but wonder why you can’t remember their faces."


    Anastasia’s face stiffened.


    All of a sudden, Robert’sughter filled the room and Anastasia had to control herself not to stab his throat with the knife in her hands which he hadn’t seen yet. However, she needed to hear him speak.


    "Well, that’s because after I found you in the middle of the night, and recognized you as the daughter of the rk family, I made you lose your memories so you wouldn’t remember anyone."


    Anastasia’s hands clutched on the knife as Robert’sughter filled the room again. Hisughter felt like mockery because she always believed once upon a time that the man before her was her father.


    "At two years old, I made you lose your memory. The doctors gave you some medication and bam....after two weeks, you couldn’t remember anything anymore. Then I fed you with the information I wanted you to digest. I wanted to use you as a ransom. But then, you grew up to be a beautiful girl. At just 10 years old, you were already a cute little thing and that was when I realized I loved you more than a daughter."


    Anastasia felt her skin crawl in disgust at that statement. She took a sharp breath, not interrupting him until he finished, her hands still clenched on the knife.


    "I was having feelings for my daughter? That sounded weird, but I was sure of one thing. I wanted to have sex with you, but Amelia stopped me. She said she wanted you to be mature first. When I told her, she immediately agreed. For a second, I thought she would try to stop me since you were just an innocent little girl. Turns out, she was jealous because you were more beautiful than Michelle, and then an idea came to me."


    Anastasia took another sharp breath, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.


    "Since you wanted to be more beautiful than our biological daughter, why not turn you into filth instead? Did you enjoy our first night together darl—-"


    Robert didn’t get the chance toplete his words when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his hand.


    "YOU BITCH!!" He cursed.