The Girl He Craves

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Lillian’s pov

My head whips to the side violently, my breathing quickening as I felt the powerful blow of his palm on my cheek.

“Dad.” Christopher uttered and stopped dad from slapping me across my face again.

I slowly brought my hand to my burning inflamed cheek and turn to face my visibly furious father.

I blinked. Tears now streaming down my face.

“Look at what you’ve done!” He snarled and pointed at the TV.

The news channel showcased a photo of Sergio Harrington. One of his maids found him dead on the cold hard floor where I left him.

The picture of Sergio is replaced with a short footage of my car entering his premises.

It zoomed in, showing my side profile. When I turned my entire face was on full display.

Though the footage was black and white, even a fool would know it was me who entered his house last and before he was presumed dead.

“I wasn’t thinking dad. I went to his place only to speak. I swear by it. He just got me so angry-

A loud echoing slap on my cheeks made my head whip to the side again. My cheek stung terribly.

us in hiding!” He roared and pushed Christopher away who was trying to stop him from slapping

were suppsed to make sude she was okay!” He sneered angrily and pointed

chaos we left behind to an island where it was safe. I didn’t know how long we were

so much. I was certain he’d forgive me for killing

Sergio that much. He’ll see that I only moved an obstacle in our path.

us from being together. He’ll see that.

a hunt for blood! She looked fine to me when I

dry and mocking. “You two are acting all innocent. Didn’t you kill

one under control. No one would’ve known it was us. We cleaned up after ourselves. You see

for this. I told you I wanted Aiden but

by getting caught.”

And what about those damn photos Aiden got of us three? Do you know how much

brows furrowed. “Photos?”

to mention to you that the private investigator manage to sneak into the premises and got photos of dad and I

face. “Why didn’t you tell me

to escape before the cops got you?” Christopher

I squirmed.

it. This doesn’t

He’ll love me even better. I’m not dirty.” I repeated, lifting

lost your doctor’s license. Lost your reputation and you care about the public seeing us fucking you.” Dad snorted. “You should fucking care about actually

a hand down his face. Taking his glass of brandy he rose to his feet. “I need a fucking rest. Take care of your sister Chris. Try to not make

the door leading