My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110: 111/The Secret Twin

Chapter 111:

Marcus’s Point of View

The door opened with a light creak, and my body froze in place when her features met mine; "Violet."

Her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her green eyes, which had long inhabited my dreams, stared at me in bewilderment.

In that moment, a total blindness struck me toward all the anger and doubts; my trembling hands extended to cup her face between my palms, and I crashed my lips onto hers in a fierce kiss, as if I were emptying into her all the longing and burning I had endured in her absence.

I felt her body stiffen violently, then she pushed me with a force that made me stagger backward.

She screamed in my face with features distorted by disdain:

"What is wrong with you, you insolent harasser? I will call the police!"

Before I could process the impact of her words, a man appeared from behind her; he had a long face and green eyes, looking like an ordinary man to a degree that stirred my nausea.

I realized immediately that it was him... her husband. He lunged toward me with a flushed face to strike me, but my instinct was faster; I delivered a powerful punch to the middle of his face that knocked him to the ground.

I fixed my burning gaze on her, pointed my hand toward the man lying beneath my feet, and said bitterly:

"For this failure, you abandoned me?"

She shot me a strange look, devoid of any recognition, and said in a cold tone:

"Who are you? I don’t even know you!"

I shouted at her, bewilderment paralyzing my mind:

"I am your lover, Marcus! Why are you acting like this? Why are you trying to deny what was between us?"

At that moment, her husband, crouching on the floor, spoke in a fragmented voice while wiping blood from his mouth:

"Did... did you cheat on me with this guy?"

I felt the air grow heavy in my chest as I watched the exchange of looks between them; "Violet" stood there denying my existence entirely, while her husband struggled with the bitter truth I had hurled in his face like a bomb.

Violet turned toward her husband lying on the ground and screamed in a shaky, pleading tone:

"No, Stewart... I didn’t! Don’t you know me? I am your wife, I couldn’t betray you!"

I felt a boiling in my chest, and said with an anger that made the tendons of my neck bulge:

"Stop the denial, please! Your denial makes me ache."

She turned toward me with a flushed face, her eyes radiating a hatred I had never known, and said sharply:

"Stop your nonsense, you lowlife! I don’t know you!"

Then she went back to clinging to her "damn" husband’s arm, bursting into tears:

"I swear to you I didn’t betray you!"

I stepped toward her and pointed at her with an index finger trembling from pure oppression:

"Stop acting, Violet! Your daughter told me you were married, but I forgive you... just come, let’s leave this place."

Her features froze suddenly, and she stammered as she whispered dryly:

"Violet?"

I said with losing patience and a thundering voice:

"Yes! I know that even this name isn’t your real name, but I don’t care if your name is Sandra, or Selena, or Christine... I don’t care at all!"

Her green eyes searched my face in a strange bewilderment, and she asked in a faint tone:

"You... you know Violet?"

Meanwhile, her husband gathered his strength and stood on his feet with difficulty while wiping the blood from his face, then said in a faltering voice:

"You are mistaken... this is my wife, Meredith!"

I didn’t look at him, but kept my gaze fixed on her, as if I were trying to pierce through her mask:

"Violet or Meredith, it doesn’t matter! Come with me, let’s go!"

She took a step back, leaning her back against the house door while panting distractedly, then said words that fell on me like a thunderbolt:

"Listen... I am not Violet. Violet is... my sister."

I laughed with bitter sarcasm, feeling my head about to explode:

"What? Are you still continuing to lie?"

She shook her head in a firm denial, tears burning her cheeks, and said in a confident voice this time:

"I am not lying... Violet is my twin sister!"

My veins froze as I listened to her final claim; I felt my head spinning in a whirlpool of doubt.

I laughed with bitter sarcasm and said in a voice filled with oppression:

"Do you expect me to believe this ridiculous lie?"

She didn’t flinch; instead, she looked at me with a confidence that shook my foundations and said:

"Since you were with Violet... then you surely know where her distinguishing mark is."

My body stiffened suddenly; I was shocked because she had hit the core of the truth... Violet possesses a secret mark that no one knows except those who have truly been close to her. I muttered dryly:

"Yes... I know."

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