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-

cheeks made my head whip to the side again. My cheek

three of us in hiding!” He roared and pushed

suppsed to make sude she was okay!” He sneered angrily

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 to stay on that island until things died out and until dad manage

missed Aiden so much. I was certain he’d

much. He’ll see that I only moved

being together. He’ll see that. He

hunt for blood! She looked fine

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

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

this. I told you I wanted Aiden but

getting

got of us three? Do you know

My brows furrowed. “Photos?”

manage to sneak into the premises and got photos of dad

from my face. “Why didn’t you tell me

we were too busy trying to escape before the cops got you?” Christopher uttered

I squirmed.

I know

dirty.” I repeated, lifting

snorted. “You should fucking care about actually being able to step foot on America’s soil again after the

a hand down his face. Taking his glass of brandy he rose to his feet.

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