AZALEA'S POV
"Father, you called me" I asked as soon i reached in his room.
"Answer me honestly, did you beat Archangel's son, Rexiz" I stiffened but didn't bow my head down, he was the one at fault and not me.
"yes father becau-"
"I knew it, you are just like your mother, what were you thinking huh trying to show off others how powerful you are at such a young age, what do you even think of yourself, you spoiled little brat" my heart dropped listening to his views on me and my mother.
"five" I hissed at him.
"what" He glared at me.
"I am just five, did you know my age" I chuckled humorlessly "you don't even know my name, what are my likes, what are my dislikes, if i have friends or what am i even like, if you think that i'm like my mother then lemme remind you father, i am like
