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.

you have all three of us in hiding!” He roared

suppsed to make sude she was okay!”

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

much. I was certain he’d forgive me

he liked Sergio that much. He’ll see that I

together. He’ll see that. He

blood! She looked fine

was dry and mocking. “You two are acting all innocent. Didn’t

had this 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

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 my own hands.”

by getting caught.”

in? And what about those damn photos Aiden got of us three?

brows furrowed. “Photos?”

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

my face. “Why

to escape before the cops got you?”

I squirmed.

way. I know it. This doesn’t change

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

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

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

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