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-

on my cheeks made my head whip to the

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

to make

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

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

Sergio that much. He’ll see that I

from being together. He’ll see that.

fucking go on a hunt for blood! She looked fine to me when I dropped her off!” Christopher snapped

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

We cleaned up after ourselves. You

for this. I told you I wanted Aiden but you keep pushing

by getting

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

My brows furrowed. “Photos?”

that the private investigator manage to sneak into the premises and got photos of dad and I fucking

drains from my face. “Why didn’t you

were too busy trying to escape before the cops got you?”

I squirmed.

I know it. This doesn’t change anything.” I

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

“You should fucking care about actually being able to step foot on America’s soil again after the shit you

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 to

walks away and enters the