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.

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

that I hadn’t thought of running away from my house. I just didn’t know if I could trust Zane. If a father could treat his daughter like that, anybody could. How can I trust Zane

standing under the water until I began to feel like I was being watched. It shouldn’t have been so

door to my bedroom.

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 cover my body with my

doing here?” I yelled, sticking to

I’m just looking over my little daughter and admiring how beautiful she is now that she has grown up.” He whispered, taking

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

can’t even take care of your father’s simplest desires?” He yelled from the

this. He made a duplicate key to my room so he

I was screaming and crying when I heard the door being slammed shut. I fathomed he had left the room after he didn’t

slipped into my clothes and walked out of the bathroom in

I will see how he 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 getting

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

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

and fell, making his way to

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