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

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

thoughts in my head, I kept sobbing and standing under the water until I began to feel like I was being watched.

door to my bedroom.

of the door. That’s when I spotted my father standing in my room and watching me

the f*uc*k are you doing here?” I

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 bathroom

out. At this point, he could see my n*aked body with his hungry eyes. But that’s what

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

live like this. He

was screaming and crying when I heard

and walked out of the bathroom in

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

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 him while watching him

of them has to satisfy my thirst. They 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, and what did he mean by one

fell, making his way to the

few minutes before I dropped my bag and strolled in the direction of the