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 roared and pushed Christopher

to make sude she was okay!” He

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

I already missed Aiden so much. I was certain

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

from being together. He’ll

blood! She looked fine to me when I dropped her off!” Christopher snapped

are acting all innocent. Didn’t you kill a man last night

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

I wanted Aiden but you keep

getting caught.” Dad

photos Aiden got of us three? Do

furrowed.

the private investigator manage to sneak into the premises and got

drains from my face. “Why didn’t you tell

too busy trying to escape

I squirmed.

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

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

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

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

door leading to a private room.