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.

we cannot be together,” I whispered under the shower, preparing myself to reject Zane’s offer. I

away from my house. 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

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

door to my bedroom.

look 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 was the horror of seeing him that made me push back and cover my body with

f*uc*k are you doing here?” I

looking over my little daughter and admiring how beautiful she is now that she has grown up.” He whispered, taking a step into the bathroom but doing

But that’s what confused him, and I

father’s simplest desires?” He yelled from

with him. I cannot live like this. He made a duplicate key to my room so he could come

crying when I heard the door being slammed shut. I fathomed he had left the room

clothes and walked out of the bathroom in

clothes. I knew for a fact he will be gone for drinking so I could leave without getting caught. And by the time he comes home, I

home. Once I was halfway downstairs, I heard some noises coming from the basement. A frown covered my forehead because I didn’t recall

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

to the exit and

minutes before I dropped my bag and strolled