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.

taken your medication Lillian! Now you have all three of us in hiding!” He roared

make sude

we left behind to an island where it was safe. I didn’t know how long we were going to stay on that island until things died out and until

so much. I was certain he’d forgive

he liked Sergio that much. He’ll see that

being together. He’ll see that. He

fucking go on a hunt for blood! She looked fine to me when I dropped her

and mocking. “You two are acting all innocent. Didn’t you kill a man last night

We cleaned up after ourselves. You see even if Aiden went to the cops, they would find

me for this. I told you I wanted Aiden but you keep pushing it

getting caught.” Dad hissed.

what difficult situation you put me in? And what about those damn photos Aiden got of us three? Do you know how much cleanup I have to do with the media?”

furrowed. “Photos?”

to you that the private investigator manage to sneak into the

my face. “Why didn’t you

were too busy trying to escape before the cops got you?”

I squirmed.

it. This doesn’t

lifting up my knees to my chest and

care about the public seeing us fucking you.” Dad snorted. “You should fucking care about actually being able to step foot on America’s soil

of brandy he rose to his feet. “I need a fucking rest. Take care

walks away and enters the door leading