My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165: 165/Possessive Obsession

Chapter 165

Robert’s Point of View

I was walking with Natalia toward the club exit, my hand lightly gripping her arm to support her and keep her from stumbling. She was swaying left and right, her heavy head resting on my shoulder as she mumbled words I didn’t pay the slightest bit of attention to.

I opened the car door for her, settled her into the passenger seat with annoyance, and then climbed behind the wheel.

Carlos got into the back seat and exhaled in boredom. "What now? Are we really dropping off this madwoman?"

Natalia turned to him with bloodshot eyes and screamed, "I am not mad! Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes... crystal clear," Carlos replied coldly, looking away.

Suddenly, Natalia pulled off one of her high-heeled shoes and, in a hysterical motion, tried to strike Carlos’s head with it. I grabbed her wrist firmly and wrenched the shoe from her hand. "Natalia! Enough!"

"I’ll drive it into his skull! Give me my shoe, Robert!" she shrieked, trying to claw it back.

I looked at Carlos through the rearview mirror and said sharply, "Shut your mouth! Let’s just end this night in peace."

I began driving at a frantic speed, gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white; I couldn’t stand her presence for another minute.

As soon as we reached her mansion, I braked violently and said to Carlos, "Stay here. I’ll take her inside and come back."

I got out and pulled her from the car as she teetered. Carlos stepped out behind me and said dully, "Don’t be long."

"I won’t be," I said shortly.

Carlos hopped into the front passenger seat while I grabbed Natalia by the arm and hauled her toward the entrance. When we reached the door, I asked stolidly, "Where’s the key?" She began searching through her purse aimlessly until she pulled it out, asking with a stagger, "Is this it?"

I took it from her, inserted it into the lock, opened the door, and nudged her gently inside. "Come on, let’s go in."

But she faltered in her steps, nearly falling as she whispered, "I can’t walk..."

I exhaled with a lack of patience and scooped her up into my arms. At that moment, in a sudden move, she wrapped her arm around my neck, pressed her lips against mine with force, and kissed me.

Before I could push her away or stop her, the lights in the foyer suddenly flared to life.

I froze in my tracks as I saw Secretary Jax Harrington standing in the hall with a terrifying dignity. I broke her lips away from mine quickly and set her on the floor. "Mr. Secretary!" I said, my voice struggling to remain steady.

He looked at me with eyes as cold as ice. "Robert... I never expected you to try and trifle with my daughter."

"Mr. Harrington, it’s not what it looks like," I said quickly, adjusting my jacket.

"Holding her in your arms and kissing her... how exactly does that look to you, Robert?" he replied, stepping toward us with measured strides.

Natalia laughed loudly, clinging to my arm. "Dad... let me introduce you to my boyfriend, Robert!" She laughed hysterically and added, "Oh, how stupid of me... you already know him!"

"Mr. Harrington, I can explain," I said in a serious tone.

"Sit down here, Mr. Robert, so we can talk properly," he interrupted sternly, gesturing toward the sofa.

I tried to excuse myself. "I have to leave..."

But he fixed me with a gaze that brooked no argument. "Robert... come, sit."

I walked over reluctantly while Natalia stuck to me like a shadow. Secretary Jax sat on the individual armchair, and I sat opposite him, while Natalia threw herself down right next to me.

"I didn’t know there was a relationship between you and my daughter, Robert," Jax said, interlacing his fingers.

Before I could open my mouth, Natalia beat me to it. "He promised me he would marry me, Dad!"

My jaw dropped in shock, and a cold sweat began to break out on my back. "Really?" Jax asked, his tone filled with suspicion. "Does that mean you are in a serious relationship, then?"

"Mr. Harrington, Natalia is drunk and doesn’t know what she’s saying!" I snapped.

"Robert, please..." she pleaded, looking as though she were about to fall.

I told myself this was the last step and then I was gone; I’d take her to her room and leave immediately. I scooped her into my arms again and climbed the stairs with heavy steps.

All the way up, she was spouting nonsense and whispering incoherent words, so I ignored her completely. I opened her bedroom door, took her inside, and set her down on the bed with a slight sharpness.

"Help me unzip my dress," she said, reaching toward the zipper.

"Enough, Natalia! I am not your servant," I snapped with dwindling patience.

And suddenly, the unexpected happened. She sat up perfectly straight, perched on the edge of the bed with a sudden, regal dignity. "Really, Robert? Is this how you treat women?" she asked, her voice sharp and clear.

I took a step back in shock; I was stunned by how her body had tensed and how the drunken rasp had vanished from her voice. I narrowed my eyes. "You aren’t drunk!"

She let out a loud laugh that rang through the cold room. "Of course not."

"Did you plan all of this? To trap me so your father would find us?" I asked, feeling the anger boiling in my veins.

She straightened her attire and said with a chilling coldness, "When I saw you enter that club, I sent a message to my father telling him to go to my house and wait for me because I had an important matter to discuss.

Then I came to you, acted drunk, and forced you to take me home. I pretended I was falling so you’d carry me... and I kissed you so my father would see us."

She paused for a moment, savoring the shock on my face, then said with a triumphant smile, "I’m a fantastic actress, aren’t I, darling?"

I clenched my fists and said in a sharp tone, "Natalia, I can’t believe you did this! Do you think this will change anything?"

She stood directly in front of me, her eyes gleaming with possessiveness. "I will have you, Robert, at any price... you will be mine alone."

"You know very well that won’t happen," I replied sternly, heading for the door.

But her voice followed me, screaming with insistence, "You will be mine, Robert... mine alone!"