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.

whispered under the shower, preparing myself to

If a father could treat his daughter like that, anybody

standing under 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.

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 grin covering his lips. It was the horror of seeing him that made me push back and

the f*uc*k are you doing here?” I yelled, sticking to the corner and

Don’t be afraid. I’m just looking over my little daughter and admiring how beautiful she is now that she has grown up.” He whispered, taking a step into the

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 out of my bathroom. I locked the door and blocked it with

father’s simplest desires?” He yelled from the other

live like this. He made a duplicate key

would never look at his daughter like that.” I was screaming and crying when I heard the door being slammed

my clothes and walked out of the bathroom in

I knew for a fact he will be gone

I didn’t recall ever going into the basement. I stood on the staircase when my father suddenly

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

making his way to

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