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. My

Lillian! Now you have all three of us in hiding!” He roared and pushed Christopher away who was trying to stop him from slapping me

You dropped her off! You were suppsed to make

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

missed Aiden so much. I was certain he’d forgive me for

that much. He’ll see that I only moved an obstacle in

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

for blood! She

acting all innocent. Didn’t you

No one would’ve known it was us. We cleaned up after ourselves. You see even if Aiden went to the cops, they would find nothing on us. But

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

getting caught.”

you 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

My brows furrowed. “Photos?”

to you that the private investigator manage to sneak into the premises

drains from my face. “Why didn’t you

busy trying to escape before the

I squirmed.

know it. This doesn’t change anything.”

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

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

Taking his glass of brandy he rose to his feet. “I need

walks away and enters the door leading to a private