Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 590

"You're acting quite impertinent, Florian. It took only leaving your kingdom for you to act like this?" Asher asked, a displeased crease forming between his brows.

Florian didn't even blink.

"I didn't leave," he answered flatly, crossing his arms. "YOU brought me here."

That made Asher's expression flicker—surprise, irritation, disbelief all at once.He tilted his head like he was trying to analyze a misbehaving dog.

"You really have gotten disrespectful, haven't you?"

"Ha." Florian let out a short, sharp snicker. "No. I simply learned how to grow a pair, Father."

The word Father dripped with venom.

"Grow a… pair?" Asher repeated with disgust. "Even your speaking skills have gotten worse. You aren't speaking like a proper prince of Floramatria."

That almost made Florian laugh.

Really laugh.

Because Asher—this twisted, abusive man who spent years tearing down a child—was still doing what he always did.

Still trying to control him.

Still trying to belittle him.

Still pretending he had any authority left.

'He's just being purposely annoying at this point.' Florian thought with a tired sigh.

"Why are you even here?" Florian asked, lifting his chin. "This is a restricted area. Only His Majesty and I—and a very select few—are allowed here. I could have you forcibly remo—"

"Your kind servant, Cashew, was it?" Asher cut him off smoothly. "He directed me here the moment he learned I was your father."

A knowing smile curved his lips.

Smug.

Manipulative.

Exactly like the man from Florian's inherited memories.

"Unlike you, he actually seems to respect me as the one who bore you."

And that—that was the final spark that ignited every raw nerve inside Florian.

"Hah." Florian scoffed sharply. "Don't make me laugh."

His eyes burned with a cold fury he didn't bother hiding.

"You may have given birth to me," Florian said, voice dropping low, "but I hardly consider you a father."

A quiet, trembling truth.

"Not anymore, at least."

Florian knew this might not have been the original Florian's truth.Maybe the original was soft-hearted, endlessly forgiving, willing to love even the hands that hurt him.

But this Florian?

He was drawing the line.

He was going to turn the original Florian's life around—put every abuser in their place—and make sure that by the time the real Florian returned to his own body, not a single person could hurt him again.

"Haha…" Asher's laugh was low, almost amused as he stepped closer.

Too close.

Florian's brows knit in brief confusion—

Then—

A sharp, blistering sting exploded across his cheek.

Fast.

Sudden.

Blinding.

'What… the…'

Asher had slapped him.

Just like in the memories.

Just like the man who raised a child through fear, not love.

But before the shock could even settle, Florian's body reacted on instinct.

His hand came up and cracked across Asher's face just as hard.

The sound echoed off the marble walls.

Asher froze, eyes wide in genuine disbelief—an audible gasp tearing out of him, as though it never once occurred to him that someone—his son—would dare lay a hand on him.

"You ungrateful, little—!" Asher snapped, fury twisting his features as he raised his hand again.

But he never got the chance.

Florian caught his wrist mid-air, fingers locking around it with a strength that made Asher flinch.

Florian stepped in, eyes sharp, voice low and steady.

"If you so much as lay a hand on me again," he said, tightening his grip just enough to make Asher's breath hitch, "I will tell my mother and my older sister everything you've done to me all these years."

His stare was ice.

Sharp.

Uncompromising.

"I'm sure they're already furious enough with you for dragging me here," Florian continued, each word clipped and cold, "so go on. Give them one more reason."

Asher's glare sharpened—thin lips stretched taut, the muscle in his jaw ticking.

Visibly rattled.

Good.

Florian didn't look away. Not this time.

"You're a little too overconfident now, Florian," Asher sneered, stepping closer. "Don't you know what happens to overconfident, spoiled princes?"

Florian stepped forward too—closer, closer still—until Asher actually had to tilt his chin up to maintain eye contact.

"And don't you know what happened the last time someone hurt me in this kingdom?" Florian asked softly, grabbing the front of Asher's collar and yanking him toward him. "They're dead."

That hit.

He could see it in the flicker of fear...and something else behind Asher's eyes.

For once, Florian held the power.

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