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

I could trust Zane. If a father could treat his daughter like that, anybody could. How can I trust Zane when I can’

water until I began to feel like I was being watched. It

door to my bedroom.

standing in my room and watching me

the f*uc*k are you doing here?” I yelled, sticking to the corner and

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, taking a step into

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

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

staying with him. I cannot live like this. He

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

into my clothes and walked out of the bathroom in

going to leave tonight. f*uc*k him and everything! I will see how he survives without me,” I was muttering and packing my clothes. I knew for a fact

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

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

tripped and fell, making his way to the exit and

few minutes before I dropped my bag and