Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2

Chapter 172

Maura’s POV:

I was dragged back to home after dad left me all injured. He didn’t even let me take a breather and asked me to follow him home. The blood had dried up on my body, and my wounds were aching.

I basically crawled behind him. And since it was too dark, Dad got the benefit, and nobody spotted me in that state. Even if they had, they wouldn’t say a word. Nobody wanted to mess with my father, as he would make their lives hell.

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“Go change and cook for me,” dad said as soon as we entered the house.

I mustered all the strength I could to rush upstairs and shut my bedroom door.

“Ah!” I winced in pain when taking off my clothes and walking under the shower.

I knew only a shower could help calm my bruised body.

under the shower, preparing myself to reject Zane’s

didn’t know if I could trust Zane. If a father could treat his daughter like that, anybody

until I began to feel like I was being watched. It shouldn’t have been so unsafe because I had shut and locked

door to my bedroom.

I was compelled to turn around and look in the direction of the door. That’s when I spotted my father standing in my room and watching me with a nasty grin covering his lips. It was the horror

doing here?” I yelled, sticking

how beautiful she is now that she has

he could see my n*aked body with his hungry eyes. But that’s what confused him, and I was able to kick him out of my bathroom. I locked the door and blocked it with my body weight while I sobbed at

father’s simplest desires?” He

with him. I cannot live like this. He made a duplicate key to my room

look at his daughter like that.” I was screaming and crying when I heard the door being slammed shut. I fathomed he had left the

my clothes and walked out of the bathroom

my clothes. I knew for a fact he will be gone for

Once I was halfway downstairs, I heard some noises coming from the basement. A frown covered my forehead because I didn’t recall ever going into the

has to satisfy my thirst. They cannot just live here and act like they own the place,” he was talking to himself. I could tell he was pretty drunk, but that didn’t matter to me. My entire attention was on the basement and what he was doing there, and what did he

way to

my bag and strolled in the direction of the