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.

I whispered under the shower, preparing myself to reject Zane’s offer.

could trust Zane. If a father could treat

the water until I began to feel like I was being watched. It shouldn’t have been so unsafe because I

door to my bedroom.

the door. That’s when I spotted my father standing in my room and watching me with a

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

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

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 him out of my bathroom. I locked the door and blocked

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

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

when I heard the

and walked out

clothes. I knew for a fact he will

and making sure he 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 my father suddenly appeared out of the basement. I hid away from him while watching

of them 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

his way to

before I dropped my bag and strolled in the direction of