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.

He roared and pushed Christopher away who was trying to stop him from

too! You dropped her off! You were suppsed to make sude she was okay!” He

didn’t know how long

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

that much. He’ll see that I

being together. He’ll see that.

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

are acting all innocent. Didn’t you kill a man last night

it was us. We cleaned up after ourselves. You see even if Aiden went

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

by getting caught.” Dad

in 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

brows furrowed. “Photos?”

you that the private investigator manage to sneak into the premises and got photos of dad and

drains from my face. “Why didn’t you tell

to escape

I squirmed.

way. I know it. This

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

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

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

door leading to a private