“Are you fucking my father?” Santiago roared… his eyes blazing with fury and rage. His hands were knotted into fists beside him as he stared at Renata whose eyes were clouded with tears.

Without a word, she sent a series of slaps across his face. “Don’t you dare.”

“You slut… You had to go that low?” Santiago whose face was now red glared at her.

“If you call her that one more time… I won’t let you go easily,” Domingo stormed in between them, his gaze fixated on ...