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 Christopher away who was trying to stop him from slapping

to make sude she was okay!”

on a private jet, escaping the chaos we left behind to an island where it was safe. I didn’t know how long we were going to

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

He’ll see that I only moved an obstacle in our

together. He’ll see that. He

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

acting all innocent. Didn’t you kill a man last night too?”

up after ourselves. You see even if Aiden went to the cops, they

told you I wanted Aiden but you keep

caught.”

And what about those damn photos Aiden got of us three? Do you know how much cleanup I have to do with

furrowed. “Photos?”

“Oh right we forgot to mention to you that the private investigator manage to sneak into the premises and got photos of dad and I fucking you. He sent it

drains from my face. “Why didn’t you

trying to escape before the cops got you?”

I squirmed.

know it. This doesn’t change

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

Lost your reputation and you care about the public seeing us fucking you.” Dad snorted. “You should fucking care about

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

walks away and enters the door leading