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.

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

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

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

door to my bedroom.

the door. That’s when I spotted my father standing in my room and watching me with

you doing here?” I yelled, sticking to

I’m just looking over my little daughter and admiring how beautiful she is now that she has grown

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 blocked it with my body weight

father’s simplest desires?” He yelled from

live like this. He made a duplicate key to my room so he could come and go

cannot be my father, 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

into my clothes and walked out of the

will see how he survives without me,” I was muttering and packing my clothes. I knew for

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

he was pretty drunk, but that didn’t matter to me. My entire attention was on the basement and what he was doing there,

way to the exit and

for another few minutes before I dropped my bag