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.

sorry, 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

I could trust Zane. If a father could treat his daughter

kept sobbing and standing under the water until I began to feel like I was being watched. It

door to my bedroom.

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

here?” I yelled, sticking to the corner and

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

eyes. But that’s what confused him, and I was able to

of your father’s simplest desires?” He yelled

off!” I screamed, giving up on staying with him. I cannot live like this. He made a duplicate key to my room so he could

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

clothes and walked out of the

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, I

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

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 mean by

fell, making his way to the exit and finally

motionless for another few minutes before I dropped my bag