Elena's POV.

　　I turned around and faced Derek, sniffing back my tears. "Please, take me away from here," I begged, my voice trembling.

　　But Derek shook his head. "We can sort this out with your dad," he said, trying to reason with me. I moved away from him, frustration etched on my face.

　　"What's there to sort out? He's not ready to listen. He's adamant about not making this work. Why do we have to beg him? He doesn't consider me his daughter. If he ...