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.

hiding!” He roared and pushed

too! You dropped her off! You were suppsed to make sude she was okay!” He sneered angrily and pointed

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

much. I was certain he’d forgive me

see that I only moved an obstacle in our

together. He’ll see

looked fine to

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

under control. No one would’ve known it was us. We cleaned up after ourselves. You see even if Aiden went to the cops, they would find nothing on us. But you. You

seats. “Don’t blame me for this. I told you I wanted Aiden but you keep pushing it back. I had to take matters into my own

by getting caught.” Dad

in 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?” Dad

furrowed.

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

drains from my face. “Why

escape before the cops got you?” Christopher uttered

I squirmed.

know it. This doesn’t change anything.” I whispered.

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

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

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

away and enters the door