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-

head whip to the side again.

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

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

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

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

He’ll see that

from being

hunt for blood! She looked fine to me when I dropped her off!” Christopher

“You two are acting

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

this. I told you I wanted Aiden but you keep pushing it back. I had to take matters into

by getting caught.” Dad

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?”

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

“Why didn’t you tell

because we were too busy trying to escape

I squirmed.

love me either way. I know it. This

dirty.” I repeated, lifting up my knees

and you care about the public seeing us fucking you.” Dad snorted. “You should fucking care

his feet. “I need a fucking rest. Take care of your sister Chris. Try

the door leading to a