C37 Mark's POV

Everyone said I had a striking resemblance with my father but everytime I looked at him, I felt disgusted. He allowed himself to be swayed easily by a woman. Martha. My stepmother. We didn’t see eye to eye we never did and she somehow pulled the strings to all my father’s decisions. I leaned back to the chair as I sipped my wine. Its flavors danced on my tongue as I savored every drop of it