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.

be together,” I whispered under the shower, preparing myself to reject Zane’s offer. I

of running away from my house. I just didn’t know if I could trust Zane. If a father could treat his daughter like

sobbing and standing under the water until I began to feel like I was being watched. It shouldn’t have been so unsafe because I had

door to my bedroom.

room and watching me with a nasty grin covering his lips. It

you doing here?” I yelled, sticking to the

little daughter and admiring how beautiful she is now that she has grown up.” He whispered,

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

can’t even take care of your father’s simplest desires?” He

He made a duplicate key to my room so

a father would never look at his daughter like that.” I was screaming and crying when I heard the door

into my clothes and walked out of

and packing 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 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 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

to

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