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.

have taken your medication Lillian! Now you have all three of us in hiding!” He roared and pushed Christopher away who was trying to stop him from slapping me

make sude she was okay!” He

escaping the chaos we left behind to an island where it was safe. I didn’t know how

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

not like he liked Sergio that much. He’ll see that I only moved an obstacle in our

was preventing us from being together. He’ll

She looked fine to me when I

mocking. “You two are acting all innocent. Didn’t you kill a man last

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

I wanted Aiden but you keep pushing

by getting caught.” Dad hissed.

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

furrowed.

sneak into the premises and got photos of dad and I

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

trying to escape before

I squirmed.

it. This

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

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

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

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