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-

made my head whip

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

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

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

I already missed Aiden so much. I was

much. He’ll see that I only moved an obstacle in our

us from being together. He’ll

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

acting all innocent.

it was us. We cleaned up after ourselves. You see even if Aiden went to the cops, they would

“Don’t blame me for this. I told you I wanted Aiden but you keep pushing

by getting caught.” Dad

you 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

My brows furrowed. “Photos?”

right we forgot to mention to you that the private investigator manage to sneak into the premises and got

“Why didn’t

too busy trying to escape

I squirmed.

love me either way. I know it.

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

doctor’s license. Lost your reputation and you care about the public seeing us fucking you.” Dad snorted. “You should fucking care about actually being able

of brandy he rose to his feet. “I need a fucking

enters the door leading to a private