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.

Now you have all three of us in hiding!” He roared and pushed Christopher away who was trying to

suppsed to make

I didn’t know how long we were going to stay on that island until things died out and until

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

liked Sergio that much. He’ll see that I only moved an

together.

didn’t know she’d fucking go on a hunt for blood! She looked fine to me when I dropped her off!”

“You two are acting all innocent. Didn’t you

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

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

caught.” Dad

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

brows furrowed.

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

face. “Why didn’t you tell me

trying to escape before the cops got you?” Christopher

I squirmed.

I know it. This

repeated, lifting up my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around

and you 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 again after the shit you just pulled. You fucking ruined

his face. Taking his glass of brandy he rose to his feet. “I need a

enters the door leading to a private room.