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-

slap on my cheeks made my head whip

in hiding!” He roared and pushed Christopher away who was

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

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

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

Sergio that much. He’ll see

was preventing us from being together. He’ll see

blood! She looked fine

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

cleaned up after ourselves. You see even if Aiden went to the cops, they would find nothing on us. But

for this. I told you I wanted Aiden but you

by getting caught.” Dad

what about those damn photos Aiden got of us three? Do you know how much cleanup I have to do with the media?”

My brows furrowed. “Photos?”

to mention to you that the private investigator manage to sneak into the premises and got photos of dad and I fucking you. He sent

from my face. “Why didn’t

trying to escape

I squirmed.

I know it.

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

Dad snorted. “You should fucking care about actually being able to step

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