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.

have all three of us in hiding!” He roared and pushed Christopher away

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

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

much. I was certain he’d

he liked Sergio that much. He’ll see that

us from being together.

fucking go on a hunt for blood! She looked fine to me when I dropped her

dry and mocking. “You two are acting all innocent. Didn’t you

up after ourselves. You

huffed, 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 take matters into my own hands.”

getting caught.” Dad

And what about those damn photos Aiden got of us three? Do you know how much cleanup I have to do with the media?” Dad

brows furrowed.

“Oh 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

“Why

escape before the cops got you?” Christopher uttered sarcastically.

I squirmed.

either way. I know it. This doesn’t

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

seeing us fucking you.” Dad snorted. “You should fucking care about actually being able to step foot on America’s soil again after the shit you just pulled. You

groaned 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 not make her

enters the door leading to a private room.