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-

echoing slap on my cheeks made my head whip to the side again. My

hiding!” He roared and pushed Christopher away

this too! You dropped her off! You were suppsed to make sude she

where it was safe. I didn’t know how long we were going to stay on

so much. I was certain he’d

He’ll see that I only moved an obstacle in our

being together. He’ll see

on a hunt for blood! She looked fine to me when I dropped her off!” Christopher

laughed. It was dry and mocking. “You two are acting all innocent. Didn’t

it was us. We cleaned up after ourselves. You see even if Aiden went to the cops, they would find

I told you I wanted Aiden

getting

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

My brows furrowed. “Photos?”

we forgot to mention to you that the private investigator manage to sneak into the premises and got photos of dad and

face. “Why didn’t you tell me

were too busy trying to escape before the

I squirmed.

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

dirty.” I repeated, lifting up my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around

should fucking care about

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

walks away and enters the door leading to a private