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 offer. I wasn’t even

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

to feel

door to my bedroom.

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

here?” I yelled, sticking to

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

of here!” Not 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 I was able to kick him out

care of your father’s simplest desires?” He yelled from the other

up on staying with him. I cannot live like this. He made a duplicate key

crying when I heard the

my clothes and walked out of

my clothes. I knew for a fact he will be gone for drinking

my bedroom, looking around 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

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

tripped and fell, making his way to

another few minutes before I dropped my