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

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

You dropped her off! You were suppsed to make

jet, escaping the chaos we left behind to an island where it was safe. I didn’t know how long we were going to

much. I was certain he’d forgive me for

that much. He’ll see

was preventing us from being

for blood! She looked fine to me when I

was dry and mocking. “You two are acting all

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

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

by getting caught.”

photos Aiden got of us three?

My brows furrowed. “Photos?”

investigator manage to sneak into the premises and got photos of dad and

from my face. “Why didn’t you tell

too busy trying to escape

I squirmed.

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

I repeated, lifting up my knees to

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 to step

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

the door leading to a private