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.

But we cannot be together,” I whispered under the shower, preparing myself to reject Zane’s offer. I

trust Zane. If a father could treat his daughter like

kept sobbing and standing under the water until I began to feel like I was being watched. It shouldn’t have been so unsafe

door to my bedroom.

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 of seeing him that

are you doing here?” I yelled, sticking to the

now that she has grown up.” He whispered,

the f*uc*k out of here!” Not willing to let him in, I 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

of your father’s simplest desires?” He yelled from the

live like this. He made a duplicate key to my room so

crying when I heard the door being slammed shut. I fathomed he had left the

and walked out

f*uc*k him and everything! I will see how he survives without me,” I was muttering and packing my clothes. I knew for a fact he will be gone for drinking so I could leave without getting caught. And by the time he comes

home. 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 basement. I stood on the staircase when my father suddenly appeared out of the basement. I hid away from him while watching him lock the basement

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

fell, making his way to the exit

my bag and strolled in the direction of the