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.

the shower, preparing myself to reject Zane’s offer. I wasn’t even allowed to

I hadn’t thought of running away from my house. I just didn’t know if I could trust Zane. If a father could treat his daughter

feel like I was being watched. It shouldn’t have been so unsafe because I

door to my bedroom.

in my room and watching me with a nasty grin covering his lips. It was the horror of seeing him

f*uc*k are you doing here?” I yelled, sticking to

looking over my little daughter and admiring how beautiful she is now that she has grown up.” He whispered, taking a step into the bathroom but

rushed and pushed him out. At this point, 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

of your father’s simplest desires?” He

up on staying with him. I cannot live like this. He made a duplicate key to my room so he

father would never look at his daughter like that.” I was screaming and crying when I heard the door being slammed shut.

slipped into my clothes and walked out of the bathroom in

survives without me,” I was muttering and packing my clothes. I knew for a fact he will be gone for drinking

from the basement. A frown covered my forehead because I didn’t recall ever going into the basement. I stood on the staircase when my father

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

his way to the exit and finally leaving the

few minutes before I dropped my bag and