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.

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

thought of running away from my house. I just didn’t know if I could trust Zane. If a father could treat his daughter like that, anybody could. How can I trust Zane

those thoughts in my head, I kept sobbing and standing under the water until I began to feel like I was being watched. It shouldn’t have been so unsafe because

door to my bedroom.

spotted my father standing in my room and watching me with a nasty grin covering

are you doing here?” I yelled,

daughter and admiring how beautiful she is now

n*aked body with his hungry eyes. But that’s what confused him, and I was able to

even take care of your father’s simplest desires?” He

cannot live like this. He made a duplicate key to my room so he could come and go

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

slipped into my clothes and walked out of the bathroom

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

wasn’t 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

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

way to

stood motionless for another few minutes before I dropped my bag