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.

am sorry, Zane. But we cannot be together,” I whispered under the shower, preparing myself to reject Zane’s offer. I wasn’t even allowed to

If a father could treat his daughter like that, anybody could. How can I trust Zane when I can’ t even trust my

thoughts in my head, I kept sobbing and standing under the water until I began to feel like I was being watched. It shouldn’t have

door to my bedroom.

in the 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

here?” I yelled, sticking to

she is now that she has grown up.” He whispered, taking a step into

the f*uc*k out 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

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

like this. He made a duplicate key to my room so he could

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

walked out of the bathroom in

was muttering and packing my clothes. I knew for a

because I didn’t recall ever going into

cannot just live here 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,

tripped and fell, making his way to the exit and finally leaving the

I dropped my bag and strolled in the direction of the basement