My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140: 140/The Fist of Vengeance

Chapter 140

Stuart’s Point of View (Julie’s Father)

The door swung open and Robert entered with that aura that makes knees tremble.

I sprang to my feet, swallowing hard as I looked at the bruises coloring his face; who was the suicidal fool who dared to strike a man protected by an army of guards? He sat in his leather chair with chilling coldness and asked in a tone dripping with venom: "What is it, Stuart... what brought you here?"

I sat on the edge of the chair, interlacing my trembling fingers: "Sir... I’ve come to take Julie."

He fixed his terrifying gaze on me, and I felt my body stiffen under its weight: "Take Julie?"

I said, trying to muster my courage: "Yes, sir... and I will buy her from you."

He raised an eyebrow in biting mockery: "You’re buying her from me?" His repetition of my words made cold sweat break out on my forehead. I nodded quickly: "Yes... just tell me the amount you want."

He leaned back and said in a calm, lethal voice: "You sold me your daughter to settle your debts. I even took pity on you and gave you a sum for her, despite what you owed."

I interrupted him, stammering: "Mr. Robert, I—"

He raised his hand to silence me with a hiss: "I haven’t finished yet."

My heart pounded in my chest as I awaited his judgment.

He continued: "Then I brought you here and offered you the choice of taking your daughter for free or taking 5 million dollars... is that correct?"

I answered in a faint voice: "Yes... that’s correct."

He exhaled a cloud of cigarette smoke and said: "But you took the money and left your daughter... didn’t you? And now you come offering to buy her back? I’m curious to know what changed."

I said, feigning brokenness: "I regret it... the money blinded me, but I can’t live without her."

He asked coldly: "And how much are you offering? Do you actually have the funds?"

I answered impulsively: "Any amount you want! Yes, I have it... just give me the figure."

He narrowed his eyes and asked the question I dreaded: "I wonder where you got all this money from?"

I tried to evade: "It doesn’t matter where from... what matters is that I will pay."

Suddenly, he leaned toward me and spoke in a tone as sharp as a blade: "Are you going to pay me with my father’s money, Stuart?"

I was stunned. I felt the ground shifting beneath me; how did he know? I tried to deny it with a trembling voice: "No... I don’t know your father."

He roared in my face, shattering my act: "Stop the performance! I know my father is behind this plan. Trash like you wouldn’t come back for his daughter!" I swallowed the insult by force. Then he asked with lethal suspicion: "Why does my father want to buy her? Is there a secret I don’t know?"

I said in terror: "There’s nothing!"

He asked with intense focus: "Are you sure?"

Before I could find a way out of my predicament, the door opened and Julie walked in. She looked well empowered, even in this place, which astonished me. When she saw me, she froze, her eyes widening in bitter shock.

She took a few steps and said with a coldness I had never known: "What are you doing here, Stuart?"

"Stuart"? She didn’t call me "Dad." That little bitch, has she started doubting her roots? I stood up quickly, masking my face with fake tenderness, and reached my hand out to her: "My daughter... I’ve come to take you home."

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Julie’s Point of View

My eyes were fixed on his hand extended in the air; it was trembling slightly.

That same hand whose coldness I felt as it pried my fingers off him last time, leaving me behind without a single backward glance.

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