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 to

I just 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’ t even trust my own

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.

and watching me with a nasty grin covering his lips. It was the horror of seeing him that made me push back and cover my body

I yelled, sticking to

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

But that’s what confused him, and I was able to kick him out of my bathroom.

your father’s simplest desires?” He yelled

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

was screaming and crying when I heard

slipped into my clothes and walked out

he 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 by

out of 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

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, and what did he mean by one

and fell, making his way to the exit and

few minutes before I dropped my bag and strolled in