Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 187

187-The Daughter Of Despair.

Maura’s POV:

"Mom!" I cried as I sat down with her. It was not expected from my father. He was the biggest scum of the earth, but I never thought he would manage to hide my mother here and I would never find out.

"Maura!" My mom, who was in and out of sleep, turned her neck around and watched me.

"Oh!" I yelped at her broken sight. Rushing towards her, I sat down and wrapped my arms around her body for comfort.

She was only wearing bits and pieces. Father has beaten her up so much that some of her bones were clearly dislocated and turned blue.

"What has he done to you?’ I was crying on her shoulder, trying to understand why she was being chained to iron shackles.

My daughter," she said in such a whisper that I could barely hear her. No wonder she stopped attempting to call for help. There was no way any noise could reach outside of this basement.

"I'm your daughter," I nodded, breaking the hug and crying happy tears. I had longed to see her. Every time her thoughts appeared in my mind, I thought I would have to die in order to see her again.

"You are okay." It wasn’t a question that she asked me; it sounded more like a statement she told to assure herself.

"I am,’ I said to her, running my hand over her broken bones, trying to ease her pain.

"You are all grown up now," she mumbled, with little tears leaving her eyes. She has cried so much that her eyes have turned dry now. The dried up tears and blood were pretty visible.

"That man didn't hurt you; please tell me he didn't." The way my mom mentioned my dad was clearly because she knew he didn't deserve to be called a father or a mate.

"Dad is a horrible person," I pouted, holding back tears. I didn't want to instantly tell her what he had been doing to me, but I would eventually tell her after I freed her from these chains.

"He is not your father,' she snapped at me with a frown on her face.

"What are you saying?" I asked in astonishment.

"He is not your father,’ she repeated herself, making my heart skip a beat.

"He kidnapped me when I was pregnant and dragged me here. He is not your father!’ She first blasted the truth in my face and then repeated the same statement. My body was covered in goosebumps when I heard his truth.

"Oh, God!’ I gasped. "We need to get out of here," I told her, reaching for the chains when she made a little scream to stop me from touching those things.