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-

my head whip to the side again.

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

off! You were suppsed to make sude

jet, escaping the chaos we left behind to an island where it was safe. I didn’t know how long we were going to stay on that island until things died out and

I was certain

see that I only moved an obstacle in

us from being together. He’ll see that. He

she’d fucking go on a hunt for blood! She looked

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

ourselves. You see even if Aiden

I wanted Aiden but you keep pushing it back.

by getting

situation you put me in? And what about those damn photos Aiden got of

My brows furrowed. “Photos?”

mention to you that the private investigator manage to sneak into the premises and got photos

drains from my face. “Why

were too busy trying to escape before

I squirmed.

either way. I know it.

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

fucking care about actually being able to step foot on America’s soil again after the

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

walks away and enters the door leading