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In another, I playfully paddled a naked man bent over a pommel horse.

In another, I sat tied up with rope in a high-backed chair, my face contorted in pleasure.

Picture after picture, which would have been shocking toanyonenot familiar with the BDSM community –

But especially to a father seeing his daughter in them.

I wanted to sink into the floor in shame…

But a flicker of rage sparked inside me.

Someone betrayed me.

I wondered who it had been.

“First I hear you quit school,” my father snarled. “Now I find out aboutthis.Explain yourself.”

I forced myself to remember I wasn’t a child anymore.

“This is none of your business,” I said firmly.

“THE HELL IT ISN’T!” he roared, frightening me as he bolted up from his chair. “You think a respectable family will let their son marry you if they find out aboutthis?!”

“I don’twantto get married,” I snapped. “Especially not to any of your handpicked little Mini-Me’s.”

He didn’t understand the ‘Mini-Me’ reference, but he heard the defiance in my voice loud and clear.

He circled around the desk, his face a mask of rage. “What the fuck are you doing with your life?! Becoming adegenerate?!Awhore?!I amashamedto have you as my daughter! You have brought dishonor upon our family!”

Every word was like a knife in my gut.

In Cantonese, the phraseYou have brought dishonor upon our familymight as well have been a curse.

But it was the part aboutI am ashamed to have you as my daughterthat felt like he was cutting out my heart.

However, I wasn’t about to go down without a fight.

The last six months – which I’d spent doing what I actuallywantedto do for the first time in my life – had given me more of a backbone than that.

I blinked back tears and scoffed. “Me?Ibrought dishonor upon our family? You’re a criminal – a bully – a murderer and a thug. I’m ashamed to be yourdaughter. If anyone has dishonored our family, it’syou.”

My father was always an angry man, ever since I could remember.

But at that moment, his rage was incandescent, his expression absolutely demonic.

Before I could react, he reared back his hand and slapped me in the face.Hard.

My head whipped painfully to the side, and I burst into tears.

“Get out,” he snarled as he towered above me. “Get out of my house. You are no longer part of this family. I am cutting you off; you are no longer welcome here.”

I stared at him in shock. “Father – ”

“GET OUT!” he roared. He flung open the door and yelled at the two men who had brought me here. “Get her the fuck out of here!”

I stumbled out of the study, weeping and holding my bruised cheek, as the two thugs followed behind me.

The servants in the hallway averted their eyes and scurried away. I knew they feared my father’s anger if they showed me even a hint of compassion.

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