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 slapping me

were suppsed to make sude she was okay!” He sneered angrily and pointed at

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 stay on that

much. I was

Sergio that much. He’ll see

us from being together. He’ll see that.

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

was dry and mocking. “You two are acting all innocent.

one 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. You

seats. “Don’t blame me for this. I told you I wanted Aiden but you keep pushing it back. I had to

by getting caught.”

got of us three? Do you know how much cleanup I have

furrowed. “Photos?”

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

my face. “Why didn’t you

too busy trying to escape before the cops

I squirmed.

love me either way. I know it. This doesn’t change anything.” I whispered.

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

public seeing us fucking you.” Dad snorted. “You should fucking care about actually being able to step foot on America’s soil

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

and enters the door leading to a private room.