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

your medication Lillian! Now you have all three of us in hiding!” He roared and pushed Christopher away who was trying

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

safe. I didn’t know how long we were going to stay on that island until things died out and until dad manage

much. I was certain he’d

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

preventing us from being together.

she’d fucking go on a hunt for blood! She looked fine to me when

“You two are acting all

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

this. I told you I wanted Aiden but you

getting caught.” Dad

Aiden got of us three? Do

My brows furrowed. “Photos?”

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

“Why didn’t

because we were too busy trying to escape before

I squirmed.

me either way. I know

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

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

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 to not make her kill

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