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 him from slapping me again.

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

to an island where it was safe. I didn’t know how long

so much. I was certain he’d forgive me

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

being together. He’ll see that.

on a hunt for blood! She looked fine to me when I

and mocking. “You two are acting all innocent.

would’ve known it was us. We cleaned up after ourselves. You see even if Aiden went to the

for this. I told you I wanted Aiden but you keep pushing

getting caught.”

Aiden got of us

furrowed. “Photos?”

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

“Why didn’t you tell

were too busy trying to escape before the

I squirmed.

it. This doesn’t change anything.” I

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

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

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

and enters the door leading to