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 away who was trying to stop him from slapping me again.

suppsed to make

know how long we were going to stay

so much. I was certain he’d forgive

see that I only

from being together.

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

It was dry and mocking. “You two are acting all

eyes narrowed. “We had this one under control. No one would’ve known it was us. We cleaned up after ourselves. You see even

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

by getting caught.” Dad

Aiden got of us three? Do you know how

furrowed. “Photos?”

right we forgot to mention to you that the private investigator manage to sneak into the premises and got photos of dad and I fucking you. He sent

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

were too busy trying to escape before the cops got you?” Christopher

I squirmed.

it. This doesn’t change anything.”

not dirty.” I repeated, lifting up my knees to

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

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

walks away and enters the door leading