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-

A loud echoing slap on my cheeks made my head whip to the side again. My cheek stung terribly.

you have all three of us in hiding!” He

her off! You were suppsed to make sude she was okay!”

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

much. I was certain he’d forgive me

He’ll see that I only moved an obstacle in

together. He’ll

a hunt for blood! She looked

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

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

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

caught.” Dad

put me in? And what about those damn photos Aiden got of us three? Do you know how much cleanup I have

brows furrowed. “Photos?”

to sneak into the premises and got photos of dad

drains from my face. “Why didn’t

were too busy trying to escape before

I squirmed.

know it. This doesn’t change anything.” I

lifting up my knees to my chest

should fucking care about actually being able to step foot on America’s soil

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

the door