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

have taken your medication Lillian! Now you have all three of us in hiding!” He roared and pushed Christopher away who was trying to stop

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

an island where it was safe. I didn’t know how long

much. I

he liked Sergio that much. He’ll see that I only

from being together. He’ll see that.

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

dry and mocking. “You two are acting all innocent.

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

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

by getting caught.”

what difficult situation you put me in? And what about those damn photos Aiden got of us three? Do

My brows furrowed. “Photos?”

“Oh right we forgot to mention to you that the private investigator manage to sneak into the premises and

my face. “Why didn’t

escape before

I squirmed.

I know

even better. I’m not dirty.” I repeated, lifting up my knees to my chest and wrapping

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

his glass of brandy he rose to his feet. “I need a fucking rest. Take care of your sister

away and enters the