Chapter Thirty-four

Charlie's scream caught in her throat as the door to the cabin opened and a tall, blonde-haired man walked in, followed by a grey-haired, well-dressed gentleman in a dark suit. As she looked at his chiselled jawline and caramel eyes that matched her own, her heart fell to her butt. 

"Hey, Maria, finally. Has anyone ever told you that you look like your whore of a mother? You have my eyes though, which is a waste on the likes of you."

"My name is Charlie and my mother wasn't a whore." 

She could see Aiden from the corner of her eye. He was still passed out on the floor. Making a silent prayer that he stayed that way, Charlie prepared herself for whatever her father was going to do.

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