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 be

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 when I

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.

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

are you doing here?” I yelled,

she is now that she has grown up.” He whispered, taking a step into the

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 it with

care of your father’s simplest desires?” He

He made a duplicate key to my room so he could come and go whenever he

be my father, a father would never look at his daughter like that.” I was screaming and crying when I heard the door being slammed shut. I fathomed he had left the room after he didn’t get what he

into my clothes and walked out of

knew for a fact he will be gone for drinking so I could leave

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 him lock the basement door and then fix his

he was pretty drunk, but that didn’t matter to me. My entire attention was on the basement

and fell, making his way to the exit

before I dropped my bag and strolled in the