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-

on my cheeks made my head whip

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

too! You dropped her off! You were suppsed to make sude she was okay!” He sneered angrily and pointed at

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

much. I was certain he’d forgive me

like he liked Sergio that much. He’ll see that I only moved an obstacle in

from being together. He’ll

didn’t know she’d fucking go on a hunt for blood! She looked

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

eyes narrowed. “We had this one under control. 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 you.

I wanted Aiden but you keep pushing it back. I had to take matters into

getting caught.”

situation you put me in? And what about those damn photos Aiden got of us three? Do you know how much cleanup I have to do with the media?” Dad

My brows furrowed. “Photos?”

right we forgot to mention to you that the private investigator manage to sneak into the premises and got photos of dad and I fucking you. He sent it to Aiden.

from my face. “Why didn’t you

trying to escape before the cops got

I squirmed.

I know it. This

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

Lost your reputation and you care about the public seeing us fucking you.” Dad snorted. “You should fucking care about actually being able to step foot on America’s soil again after the shit you just pulled. You

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

and enters the door leading to a