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 taken your medication Lillian! Now you have all three of us in hiding!” He roared and pushed Christopher

too! You dropped her off! You were suppsed to make sude she was okay!” He sneered angrily

didn’t know how long we were going to stay on that island until things died out and until dad manage to fix things.

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

Sergio that much. He’ll see

being together.

looked fine to

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

We cleaned up after ourselves. You see even if Aiden went to the

wanted Aiden but you keep pushing it back. I had to take matters into my

getting caught.” Dad

what about those damn photos Aiden got of us three? Do you know how much cleanup

furrowed. “Photos?”

manage to sneak into the premises and got

from my face. “Why didn’t

trying to escape before the

I squirmed.

way. I know it. This

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

Dad snorted. “You should fucking care about actually being able to step foot on America’s soil

of brandy he rose to his feet. “I

and enters the door leading