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.

Lillian! Now you have all three of us in hiding!” He roared and pushed Christopher

this too! You dropped her off! You were suppsed to make sude

where it was safe. I didn’t know how long we were going to stay on that

much. I was certain he’d forgive me

not like he liked Sergio that much. He’ll see that I only moved an obstacle

us from being together.

fucking go on a hunt for blood! She looked fine to

dry and mocking. “You two are acting all

We cleaned up after ourselves. You see even if Aiden went to the cops, they would find nothing on us.

the leather seats. “Don’t blame me for this. I told you I wanted Aiden but you keep

caught.” Dad hissed.

And what about those damn photos Aiden got of us

brows furrowed. “Photos?”

sneak into the premises and got photos of dad and I fucking you. He sent it to Aiden. He

my face. “Why

too busy trying to escape before the cops got

I squirmed.

it. This doesn’t

I’m not dirty.” I repeated, lifting up my knees to my chest and

you.” Dad snorted. “You should fucking care about actually being able to step foot on America’s soil again after the shit you just pulled. You fucking ruined the plans.”

groaned and brushed 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

the door