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.

preparing myself to reject Zane’s offer.

trust Zane. If a father could treat

those thoughts in my head, I kept sobbing and standing under the water until I began to feel like I

door to my bedroom.

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

are you doing here?” I

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

point, he could see my n*aked body with his hungry eyes. But that’s what confused him, and I was able to kick

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

cannot live like this. He made a duplicate key to my room so he could come and go

I was screaming and crying when I heard the door being slammed shut. I fathomed he had left the room after

my clothes and walked out of

survives without me,” I was muttering and packing my clothes. I knew for a fact he will be gone for drinking

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 lock the

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

his way to the exit and finally leaving

my bag and strolled in the direction of the