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.

we cannot be together,” I whispered 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 could. How can I trust Zane when I can’ t even trust my

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 I had

door to my bedroom.

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

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

afraid. I’m just looking over my little daughter and admiring how beautiful she is now

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

even take care of your father’s

He made a duplicate key

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

and walked out of the

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

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

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 mean by one

making his way to the exit and finally

my bag and strolled in