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.

us in hiding!” He roared

her off! You were suppsed to make

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

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

that much. He’ll see that

together. He’ll see that. He will.

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

are acting

this 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 you. You

the leather seats. “Don’t blame me for this. I told you I wanted Aiden but you keep pushing it back. I had

caught.”

those damn photos Aiden got of

brows furrowed. “Photos?”

the premises and got photos of dad and I fucking you. He sent it to

face. “Why

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

I squirmed.

love me either way. I know it. This doesn’t change

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

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

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

away and enters the door leading to