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

I hadn’t thought of running away from my house. I just didn’t know if I could trust Zane. If a

feel like I was

door to my bedroom.

I was compelled to turn around and look in the direction of the door. That’s when I spotted my father standing in my room and watching me with a nasty

here?” I yelled, sticking to the

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

body 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 while

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

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

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 he had left the room after

clothes and walked out

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

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

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

his way to the exit and

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