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 reject Zane’s offer. I wasn’t even allowed to be

didn’t know if I could trust Zane. If a

and standing under the water until I began to feel like I was being watched. It shouldn’t have been so unsafe because I had shut and locked

door to my bedroom.

I spotted my father standing in my room and watching me with a nasty

the f*uc*k are you doing here?” I yelled, sticking

afraid. 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 of here!” Not willing to let him in, I rushed and pushed him out. At this point, 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 my bathroom. I locked the door and blocked it with my

of your father’s simplest desires?”

staying with him. I cannot live like this. He made a duplicate key to my

and crying when I heard the

my clothes and walked out

muttering and packing my clothes. I knew for a fact he will be gone for drinking so I could leave without getting caught. And by the time

sneaked out of my bedroom, looking around and making sure he wasn’t home. Once I was halfway downstairs, I heard some noises coming from the basement. A frown covered my forehead because I didn’t recall ever going into the basement. I stood on the

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

and fell, making his way to the

few minutes before I dropped my bag and strolled in the