Doctor vagina's son

Knight.

I was checking myself in the full-length mirror, adjusting my tie and putting on my Hugo Boss Desire cologne, which instantly attracts the attention of all the girls and women who catch a whiff.

“Here you go, Knight,” I said as I raised my chin, beaming with self-confidence. With my dark navy blue Armani suit, which cost $15,000, and my special edition diamond Patek Philippe wristwatch, which cost $80,000, along with the Armani laser shoes and this cologne, no woman or girl on the face of the planet can resist my allure. I chuckled, knowing that I was irresistible not only because of what I was wearing but also because of the look that God had given me. My piercing blue eyes, thick lashes, and perfect brows, paired with my perfect black hair and new unique haircut, make a stunning combination. Everything I'd worked for throughout my life culminated in the way I worked out at the gym every day to tone my abs and build muscle.

I turned my head to the wall and looked at the picture of my father that I had pinned there for nearly twenty years. It looked fine. That's right, it was my father, Angelo Knight, a world-renowned gynecologist.

This was the one I despised the most. It was important to me to have his picture on my wall because it served as a constant reminder of what he had done to my mother. How he broke her heart and abandoned her in the church, treating her as if she were an insect for another woman, was beyond comprehension. He also decided to forget about me because he was thinking about the same woman.

I kept his picture from when he was in his thirties in front of my eyes to motivate myself to be more attractive than him, wealthier, and more popular. Yes, it was all done in the name of vengeance. But, at the very least, I am grateful that I have developed into a handsome and well-known gynecologist, even though I am only twenty-seven years old.

And today marked the beginning of my quest for vengeance. I'd been gathering information about him since my mother and I returned from Australia a year ago. He had completely forgotten about me because he had adopted a girl named Julia! I fixed all of my attention on her. I can't deny that fate played a role in my decision to become a gynecologist, as the girl decided to pursue the same career path and is now in her final year of college, with me serving as her lecturer. Today happened to be the day of her graduation ceremony, and I, as a lecturer at the same college, should be there to witness it and award her the certificate.

To be honest, it was difficult to persuade Angelo's wife to join me in my bed a year ago. I tried everything I could to make her come along with me. She isn't as young