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 to the side again.

Now you have all three of us in hiding!” He roared

suppsed to make sude she was okay!” He sneered

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

missed Aiden so much. I was certain he’d

see

preventing us from being together.

didn’t know she’d fucking go on a hunt for blood! She looked fine to me when I dropped her off!” Christopher snapped

mocking. “You two are acting

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

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

getting

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 to

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 sent it to

from my face. “Why didn’t you tell

because we were too busy trying to escape

I squirmed.

know it. This doesn’t change

dirty.” I repeated, lifting up my knees to my

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

face. Taking his glass of brandy he rose to his feet. “I need a fucking rest. Take care of your

the door leading to