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 side again.

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

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

didn’t know how long we

much. I was certain

He’ll see that I only moved

from being together. He’ll see that. He

didn’t know she’d fucking go on a hunt for blood! She looked fine

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

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

into the leather seats. “Don’t blame me for this. I told you I wanted Aiden but you keep pushing it

by getting caught.” Dad

photos Aiden got of us three? Do you know

My brows furrowed. “Photos?”

to sneak into the premises and got photos of

“Why didn’t you tell

too busy trying to escape before the cops

I squirmed.

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

I repeated, lifting up

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 again after the shit you just pulled. You fucking

feet. “I need a fucking rest. Take care of your sister Chris. Try to not

enters the door leading to a