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-

loud echoing slap on my cheeks made my head whip

you have all three of us in hiding!” He roared and pushed Christopher away who

to make sude she

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

much. I was certain

He’ll see that I only moved

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

a hunt for blood! She looked fine to me when I

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

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

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

getting caught.”

got of us three? Do you know how much cleanup I have

My brows furrowed. “Photos?”

that the private investigator manage to sneak into the premises and

from my face. “Why didn’t you

we were too busy trying to escape before

I squirmed.

I know it. This doesn’t change

not dirty.” I repeated, lifting up my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around my

public seeing us fucking you.” Dad snorted. “You should fucking care

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

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