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.

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

make sude she was okay!” He sneered angrily and pointed

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

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

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

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

She looked fine to me when

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

after ourselves. You see even if Aiden went to the cops,

I told you I wanted Aiden but you keep pushing

caught.” Dad hissed.

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

furrowed.

into the premises and got photos of dad and I fucking you. He sent it to

from my face. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

because we were too busy trying to escape before the

I squirmed.

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

I repeated, lifting up my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms

snorted. “You should fucking care about actually being able to step

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

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