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 cheeks made my head whip to the side

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

were suppsed to make

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

missed Aiden so much. I

like he liked Sergio that much. He’ll see that I only moved an obstacle

preventing us from being together. He’ll

on a hunt for blood! She

acting all

this one under control. No one would’ve known it was us. We cleaned up after ourselves. You see even if Aiden went to the cops, they

blame me for this. I told you I wanted Aiden but you keep pushing it back. I had to take matters into my own

by getting caught.” Dad

what about those damn photos Aiden got of us three? Do you know how much cleanup I have to do with the media?” Dad

My brows furrowed. “Photos?”

the private investigator manage to sneak into the premises

my face. “Why didn’t you

busy trying to escape before the cops got you?” Christopher

I squirmed.

know

lifting up my knees to

lost your 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 foot on America’s soil again after the shit

Taking his glass of brandy he rose to his feet. “I need a fucking rest. Take care of your sister Chris. Try to not make her kill

the door leading to