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-

echoing slap on my cheeks made my head whip to the side again. My cheek stung

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

caused this too! You dropped her off! You were suppsed to make sude she was okay!” He sneered angrily and pointed at

island where it was safe. I didn’t know how long we were going to

I was certain he’d forgive me

liked Sergio that much. He’ll see that I only moved an obstacle

preventing us from being together. He’ll see that. He

hunt for blood! She looked fine to me when I

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

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

you I wanted Aiden but you keep pushing it back. I had

by getting

know in 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 media?”

My brows furrowed. “Photos?”

“Oh right we forgot to mention to you that the private investigator manage to sneak into the premises and got photos of dad and I

from my face. “Why didn’t you

escape before the cops got you?” Christopher

I squirmed.

I know

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

Lost your reputation and you 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

his face. Taking his glass of brandy he rose to his feet. “I need

and enters the door leading to a private