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

make sude she was okay!” He sneered angrily

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

so much. I was certain he’d forgive

much. He’ll see that

was preventing us from being together. He’ll see that. He

know she’d fucking go on a hunt for blood! She looked fine to me when I dropped her

was 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.

me for this. I told you I wanted Aiden but you keep pushing it back. I had to

caught.” Dad

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.

manage to sneak into the

face. “Why didn’t you

were too busy trying to escape before the cops got

I squirmed.

I know it. This doesn’t change

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

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

brushed a hand down his face. Taking his glass of brandy he rose to his feet. “I need a fucking rest. Take

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