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.

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

to make sude she was okay!” He sneered

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

much. I was certain he’d

not like he liked Sergio that much. He’ll see that I only moved an obstacle in our

was preventing us from being together. He’ll see that.

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

was dry and mocking. “You two are acting all

ourselves. You see even if Aiden went to

leather seats. “Don’t blame me for this. I told you I wanted Aiden but you keep

caught.”

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

furrowed. “Photos?”

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

“Why didn’t you tell me

trying to escape before the cops got you?” Christopher uttered

I squirmed.

way. I know it. This doesn’t

repeated, lifting up my knees to my chest and

us fucking you.” Dad snorted. “You should fucking care about actually being able

and 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 sister Chris. Try to

the door leading to