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.

three of us in hiding!” He roared and pushed Christopher away

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

it was safe. I didn’t know how long we were going to stay on that island until things died out and until dad manage to fix

was certain he’d

see that I only moved

was preventing us from being together. He’ll

on a hunt for blood! She looked fine

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

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

the leather 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

caught.” Dad hissed.

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

brows furrowed.

the premises and got photos of dad and

“Why didn’t you tell

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

I squirmed.

it. This doesn’t change anything.” I

not dirty.” I repeated, lifting

reputation and you care about the public seeing us fucking you.” Dad snorted. “You should fucking care about actually being able to step

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

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