TIBERIUS'S POV

“What was that for, Dad?” Mark roared as he stood before me, eyes flashing with anger.

“Are you out of your mind? Who do you think you are to speak to me in this manner?” I shot back, rising to my feet.

“I am your father and I'd do whatever I want to without you questioning me.”

“Really? You scoffed. You know, sometimes I wonder why I was cursed to have someone like you as my father?”

My jaws dropped. Pain coursed through my heart for a few seconds. Hearing this from him hurt more than I could have imagined.

“Is this what you have to say to...