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

Now you have all three of us in hiding!” He roared and pushed Christopher

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

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 island until things died out and

much. I was certain he’d forgive me for

not like he liked Sergio that much. He’ll see that I

us from being together. He’ll see

for blood! She looked fine to

are acting all innocent. Didn’t you kill

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

I wanted Aiden

getting

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 the

My brows furrowed. “Photos?”

sneak into the premises and got photos of dad and I fucking you. He sent it to Aiden. He

face. “Why didn’t

busy trying to escape before the cops got you?” Christopher

I squirmed.

me either way. I know it. This doesn’t change

lifting up my knees to my

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

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

the door leading to a