So my father was Rob Hidalgo. The person behind all of these illegal businesses. Who would have thought I have a f*****g bad daddy.
"I'd rather accept my father is dead than know he is you!" I spat at him venomously.
I remember everything I've been through. The hardships and poverty. The family I longed for since I was a child. No one ever came for me. He wasn't there when I needed him the most. I even got sold to be a s*x slave just to have money. I felt ashamed on myself because I wasn't raised like any other normal girl. I felt alone, neglected and unloved, and now he was introducing himself like he was just gone away for a while and came back like that? What a bastard.
"I don't like your tone of voice, Audrey. But it's making me feel good that my daughter has grown like that. Fierce
