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.

am sorry, Zane. But we cannot be together,” I whispered under the shower, preparing myself to reject Zane’s offer. I wasn’t even allowed

know if I could trust Zane. If a father could treat his daughter like that, anybody

until I began to feel like I was being watched. It shouldn’t have been so unsafe because I had shut

door to my bedroom.

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

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,

could see my n*aked body with his hungry eyes. But that’s what confused him,

take care of your father’s simplest desires?” He

on staying with him. I cannot live like this. He made a

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

clothes and walked

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

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

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

way to the exit and

my bag and