((( DERICK POV's )))
"Look at you Derick!" my father angrily ranted as he approached me.
When I didn't turn, his men forced me to look at him.
They cupped my face roughly to meet his eyes.
"You let Rhio swindle you."
I didn't respond but my thoughts jungled at the sole idea of bringing back Jasmin. Father dangled a necklace in front of my eyes. It was…
"Don't tell me you forgot about this?" he grunted.
That necklace was who I really am.
"Up until now you didn't want to get this from me?" he continued. "You know what you have to do to get this thing…You have to make Rhio fall."
He hid the necklace back inside his pocket. His men let go of me when he got out of sight.
But… Was he really my father? Am I really Derick?
The necklace got the answer to all those questions.
I walked weakly through the hallway and let my thoughts drown me.
From the start, my life was a mess. I didn't even know who I am.
My tears fell down my cheeks.
I'm confused.
My whole life's a joke.
And to get that necklace back, I have to play dangerously against Rhio.
Do I still have to know who I am? I don't know.
Yes I am a womanizer…but that was just because I'm smothered inside my own home.
And about Jasmin… Maybe Rhio was right.
She's just a toy for my parent's game.
But my feelings for her is real.
My parents were against our relationship but one day they miraculously agreed to it. I didn't know why until I heard they knew she was Rhio's friend. I've just known all of it recently.
They made me a toy. I'm pathetic.
So… Do I still have to be pathetically play along their game just to know who I really am?
If they know my real identity, I'm going reveal it without being their decoy.
I will know for sure, through my own efforts…
Who Derick Brundon is.