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-

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

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

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

jet, escaping the chaos we left behind to an island where it was safe. I didn’t know how long we were going to stay on that island

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

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

preventing us from being together. He’ll

hunt for blood! She looked fine to me

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

under control. No one would’ve known it was us. We cleaned up after ourselves. You see even if

huffed, leaning back into the leather seats. “Don’t blame me for this. I told you I wanted

getting caught.” Dad

difficult 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?”

My brows furrowed. “Photos?”

manage to sneak into the premises and got photos of dad and I fucking you. He

my face. “Why

escape before the cops got you?” Christopher uttered

I squirmed.

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

not dirty. He’ll love me even better. I’m not dirty.” I repeated, lifting up my

us fucking you.” Dad snorted. “You should fucking care about actually being able to step foot on

brandy he rose to his feet. “I need a fucking rest. Take care of your sister Chris. Try to not make her

walks away and enters the door