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.

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 can’

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

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 grin covering his lips. It was the horror of seeing him that

f*uc*k are you doing here?” I yelled,

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

this point, he could see my n*aked body with his hungry eyes. But that’s what confused him, and I was able

father’s simplest desires?” He

cannot live like this. He made a duplicate key to my room so he could come and

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

and walked out

survives without me,” I was muttering and packing my clothes. I knew for a fact he will be gone for drinking so I could leave without getting caught. And

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

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

to the exit and finally

stood motionless for another few minutes before I dropped my bag and strolled in the