My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117: 118/The Forbidden Touch

Chapter 118:

Olivia’s Point of View

The scene before me was sinking into silence; her violent kicks on the mattress began to fade, and her limbs that were scratching my arms lost their strength until they became mere weak and trembling movements.

I felt her body relax beneath me in a terrifying way, as if the soul had begun to withdraw from her pores.

At that moment, something revolted against my sense of victory; I pulled the pillow off her face with a sudden force as if it were an ember that burned my hand.

Julie’s head slumped to the other side immediately, and she exploded into a sharp, chest-tearing coughing fit.

She was making choked sounds as she tried to swallow air like a drowning person surfacing at the last moment.

I saw her trembling fingers rise toward her neck; she was digging her nails into her skin and pulling her flesh right and left frantically, as if she were trying to tear open her airway from the outside to force oxygen into her thirsty lungs.

Heavy minutes passed, during which her breath rose and fell in a loud and turbulent sound. She raised her head with difficulty; her eyes were bloodshot and filled with tears, and she looked at me with a bewilderment that paralyzed her movement:

"Are you mad?.. You were going to kill me!"

I straightened my posture and brushed my hair off my face with an artificial coldness while my heart was pounding hard. I looked at her with disdain and said: "I won’t let you die now... I want you to beg me to kill you, Julie."

I turned and left the room with quick steps, leaving her behind as she still struggled to regain the natural pace of her breath.

As I walked in the hallway, I felt a coldness invading my limbs, and I asked myself with indignation: "Why didn’t I kill her? Why did I lift the pillow at the moment her life was in my hands?"

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Julie’s Point of View

Olivia left, leaving the room filled with a heavy silence, while I struggled to comprehend the fact that my lungs were still working.

I thought the grave would be my resting place today; damn woman almost ended my life, and I realized at that moment that staying in this club in peace has become a far-fetched illusion.

I sat on the edge of the bed, placed my head between my trembling palms as I tried to gather the fragments of my thoughts.

I must face this tyranny; I cannot allow her to crush me again. I rose with an exhausted body, stood before the mirror, and adjusted the scattered strands of my hair that betrayed my struggle with death, then I went out toward Robert’s office.

I knocked on the door and entered. Robert was sitting on the sofa, contrary to his habit of sitting behind the desk, surrounded by an eerie calm, and whiskey was still his companion. The floor was completely clean, as if Erik’s blood had never flowed here.

He raised his glass toward me without moving and said in a lethargic tone: "What do you want?"

I answered him dryly: "Nothing."

He sipped a little from his glass then said coldly: "Then... go."

"Actually... I have a question," I said as I moved toward the fish tank, watching the small sharks swimming in a deadly harmony, then I followed up: "Why did you shoot that man named Erik?"

He rested his back on the sofa and said: "Why are you asking? You know the answer."

"I have the curiosity to hear it from you." I turned toward him, waiting for an answer to satisfy my thirst.

He answered while fixing his gaze in my eyes: "Because he approached my personal assistant and offered for her to sleep with him despite my warning."

I mocked bitterly and stepped toward him: "I don’t understand why you warn him... why do you shoot him?"

He fell silent for seconds, then asked me in a tone that carried a hidden test: "Why? Did you want to agree, Julie?"

Anger ignited in my chest from his veiled insult, but I maintained my frozen features.

I approached him and sat on the sofa beside him, leaving enough distance between us, and said: "The man who was trying to sell me to his customers is today shooting a customer who wants me... isn’t this strange?"

He placed the glass aside and said with a coldness that made my skin crawl: "Because the situation has changed... before you were a commodity, and now you are not."

I knitted my brows and said: "Are you trying to make your ownership of me official now? Because that is what I see."

He straightened in his seat and said in a decisive tone: "I already own you, Julie... I am not trying."

I bolted upright and took a rebellious step toward him: "In your dreams!"

I turned to leave, but in the blink of an eye, his hand extended to grab my wrist with a force that hobbled my movement.

He said in a low, dangerous voice: "Do not forget what I told you... it is forbidden for you to get close to any other man."

"And if I do... what will happen?" I asked him in defiance despite the trembling of my heart.

"Something very bad will happen."

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