Martins’ POV
“You will be staying in this mansion for now until you have fully recovered and proved that you deserve to have a say in this house, do you have a problem with that?” President Howard, who I learnt was my real father, said and I nodded.
Every word he said revibrated with authority and it made me wonder how he was able to sound so intimidating in a dignified way.
He wanted me to prove myself, and I had to learn to figure out my way around that one way or the other despite the fact that I had spent all my life slaving away and submitting to people.
“Yes, I understand,” I replied out of respect for him as I let his words sink in.
“Good, if there is anything you need, then don’t hesitate to let me know, you have to prove to everyone that you are a Howard descendant to be abl
