My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141: 141/The Mistress’s Bloodline

Chapter 141

Julie’s Point of View

I couldn’t believe I had actually done it; I felt the recoil of the strike in my knuckles a delicious pain that fed a resentment I had suppressed for years.

Max’s brutal training hadn’t gone to waste, but rage was the true engine, that adrenaline making my fist harder than iron.

Stuart looked at me, wiping a thread of blood from his lip, his features a blur of shock and brokenness: "Are you striking your own father?"

He didn’t dare retaliate, not because of me, but because Robert stood behind him like the shadow of death, his hand gripping his piece, his eyes tracking Stuart’s every twitch.

I spoke in a coldness that made the office walls feel like they were vibrating: "My father? You remembered you were my father just now?"

He muttered in a wavering voice: "I’m still your father, Julie..."

I let out a bitter, mocking laugh, feeling a strange power surging through me: "Just a sperm that fertilized my mother’s egg... that’s all that makes you my biological father. But in reality? You were never a father to me."

He kept staring at me as if searching for the weak Julie the girl who used to cry and beg for his affection but he found only that girl’s corpse. I said in a commanding tone: "Now get out of here... and don’t come back."

He walked away with a bowed head, his heavy steps retreating from the office like a man defeated in a war he never expected to fight. I waited to collapse, for my body to tremble or for a single tear to escape, but I remained as steady as a rock; the old Julie was truly dead.

Robert approached me, his tall frame leaning toward me as he asked in a tone stripped of its usual chill: "Are you okay?"

I answered curtly: "Yes."

He said, inspecting my face with curiosity: "I didn’t know you could punch that hard."

My body stiffened for a second; I was terrified he’d link it to Max. I tried to mask my tension: "It was just rage... I felt the adrenaline."

He nodded slowly, his eyes narrowing with a suspicion that hadn’t quite vanished: "You surprised me... I thought you wanted to leave this place."

I said with a cutting honesty: "I do, but not with him."

He looked at me strangely, as if his next question was a trap: "Do you have someone specific in mind?"

At that moment, the threads began to tangle in my mind. I remembered Carlos’s morning confession, his strange promise to get me out, and then the violent brawl between him and Robert. Was it all a play? Did Robert want to lure me into a new trap like Sarah did? I decided to play my part in this filthy game.

I mustered my courage and fixed my gaze on his eyes: "Your dear friend, Mr. Carlos, came to me this morning. He told me he wants to get me out of this club."

Robert’s features froze; I saw his jaw clench instantly, and a flash of bewilderment in his eyes. He didn’t expect me to confess his friend’s conspiracy. He asked in a voice as low as thunder: "Carlos said that?"

I answered with a feigned coldness: "Yes... he even told me that he likes me."

He asked suddenly, stepping even closer, forcing me back until I hit the desk: "And what was your response?"

The sharpness of his question startled me. Why did he care? I said rebelliously: "That’s none of your business."

He narrowed his eyes and said mockingly: "What happened? Just moments ago you were worried about me because I was burned."

I snapped back with equal sharpness: "I only felt guilty. Otherwise, why would I worry about you? Who are you for me to worry about?"

A charged silence followed. Then he said, watching my reaction: "Fine... but why did you tell me about Carlos? Don’t you want him to get you out of here?"

I looked into the void with bitterness, feeling the weight of the truth crushing my chest: "I’ve started to realize I can’t leave this place. So, I’m going to accept this reality."

I meant every word. I finally realized I was a prisoner in a golden cage, the key held by a man who knows no mercy. I had to coexist with this hell before it devoured what was left of me.

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Robert’s Point of View

I couldn’t recognize the Julie standing before me; that sudden sharpness made me study her in awe.

Was her father’s arrival the spark that revived that inner strength? What truly shocked me was her confession about Carlos’s plan; I thought she would cling to him like a lifeline, but as always, she excels at blindsiding me.

I said in a tone I tried to keep neutral: "Accepting the reality that you won’t leave? That’s good."

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