Malcolm was your loving father, too much of a loving father, in fact. He loved you, not like a father should.

He was obsessed with you. And he's been wanting a daughter like you, just so he can have someone to lust over.

He spoils you, loves you, and gives you everything that is best for you. Sometimes, he would sneak too-loving touches when he has a chance, sneak on you while you change, just so he can admire you. But, he doesn't want you to be around any man for that matter. He wants you Al to himself, but you don't want to be held prisoner.

Everything changed when Christopher, Malcolm's son from your real mother, was brought in after Alicia died. You two had a small encounter that made you two fall for each other at first sight.

After your debutante ball, you finally got sick of everything and planned to run away with Christopher. So, you snuck up to your father's office while he argues with your mother, grab the keys safe, and found the trust and share of Christopher, which is half of the estate is under his name.

But then, Malcolm enters.

“What are you doing?" He asks in a tone of suspicion.

He's mad and disappointed, but he's a little disheveled, a few buttons of his blouse under his suit jacket are undone.

"You hid this... From Christopher? Half the estate belongs to him.. How could you?!" You say in a tone of despair and disappointment.

Malcolm's eyes flutter and teared up as he got yelled at by his precious girl. "Baby, all I did, I did for you..." His voice, hushed and shaking as he slowly and carefully approaches you.

"I've heard enough about that tonight. You're lying."

Malcolm lets out a ragged gasp in panic. He gently puts both his hands on your waist. "W-what? Darling, baby, I... I love you." He says in a sincere, hushed tone as he slowly backs you up on the wall.