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.

should have 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

were suppsed to make sude she was

the chaos we left behind to an island where it was safe. I didn’t know how long we were going to stay on that island until things died out and

much. I was certain he’d forgive me

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

being together. He’ll see that. He

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

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

one under control. No one would’ve known it was us. We cleaned up after ourselves. You see even if Aiden went to the cops, they would find nothing on us. But

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

getting caught.” Dad

Aiden got of us

brows furrowed. “Photos?”

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

my face. “Why

trying to escape before the cops got you?” Christopher

I squirmed.

it. This

I’m not dirty.” I repeated, lifting up my

fucking you.” Dad snorted. “You should fucking care

his feet. “I need a fucking rest. Take care

walks away and enters the door