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.

shower, preparing myself to reject Zane’s offer. I wasn’t even

Zane. If a father could treat his daughter like that, anybody could. How can I trust Zane when I can’ t even

my head, I kept sobbing and standing under the water until I began to feel like I was being watched. It shouldn’t

door to my bedroom.

when I spotted my father standing in my room and watching me with a nasty grin covering his lips. It was the horror of seeing him that made me push back and

here?” I yelled,

Don’t be afraid. I’m just looking over my little daughter and admiring how beautiful she is now that she has grown up.” He whispered,

willing 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

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

with him. I cannot live like this. He made a duplicate key to my room so he could

was screaming and crying when I heard the

and walked

for a fact he will be gone for drinking so I could leave without

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

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 entire attention was on the basement and what he was doing there, and what

tripped and fell, making his way to the

my bag and