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.

cannot be together,” I whispered under the shower, preparing myself to

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 when I can’ t even

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

door to my bedroom.

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

here?” I yelled, sticking to

Don’t be afraid. I’m just looking over my little daughter and admiring how beautiful she is now that she has grown

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

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

off!” I screamed, giving up on staying with him. I cannot live like this. He made a

never look at his daughter like that.” I was screaming and crying when I heard the door being slammed shut. I fathomed he had left the room after he

my clothes and walked out of the bathroom in

me,” I was muttering and packing my clothes. I knew for a

the basement. A frown covered my forehead because I didn’t recall ever going into the basement. I stood on the staircase

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

tripped and fell, making his way to the

minutes before I dropped my bag and strolled in