My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19: 19/Rare Antique

Chapter Nineteen:

Robert’s Point of View

She stood before me, disappearing completely inside my silk shirt, her slender body drowning in a space that did not belong to her, yet my scent that besieged her did not succeed in stifling her pride.

I watched her eyes; they were not the eyes of a broken girl, but rather they spoke the language of deals that do not accept loss.

She demanded ’sovereignty’ in the heart of my own home; she demanded a key and a lock, as if she realized that I am a hunter who prizes rare melodies more than gold bars.

At that moment, while she was setting her conditions with coldness, a poisoned question invaded me: which of us is truly the prisoner in this room? Is it I, who owns the walls, or she, who has begun to own the keys to my astonishment!!

I looked at her, trying to hide my admiration for her request, and said:

"The key to your room requires a lot.... your sweet voice cannot buy it."

She knitted her brows tightly and replied in her calm voice, believing I hadn’t noticed her trembling lip:

"Since my voice pleased Mr. Robert himself, I am sure it will be enough to get what I want."

She was very intelligent and knew how to use words in their correct place; she is now making me accept the fact that her voice is a rare jewel because I am the one who noticed it. I said to her as I walked toward her until the distance between us grew narrow:

"And if I refuse your request?"

She smiled and said:

"Search for another girl to sing for you, for books and a watch are a price that does not suit me."

She turned away with force, where the strands of her wet hair brushed my face and the scent of lavender pierced my nose.

She walked and sat on her bed, trying to pull the shirt downward as if it would stretch by magic from her hands.

I came to her room to make her sing on that stage, but she presented me with her requests which were a bait she swallowed herself, so I used them to force her to sing, but she shattered my expectations; this little girl is much smarter than I thought.

I said to her as I passed my hand over my face, wiping the trace of her hair from it:

"You know that you won’t be able to escape, so what is the use of the key?"

She was placing her hands on the bed, looking at me with her burning green eyes, and said:

"I know that I cannot; for when I entered here, there was a secret elevator that works with a card, and also a door that opens with a password, and your guards change every time, and when I went to the doctor, I saw surveillance cameras in the hallway even though they were small, I saw them."

It is impossible for her to notice all these things; even the well-hidden cameras she noticed from the first time.

I realized she was not a girl collapsing because she was imprisoned here; rather, she possessed a mind that could not sleep. Every time I see this rebellion, a part of me admires it greatly, while the other part wants to see the moment I break it.

I smiled coldly despite the storm her words created inside me; she was reading the place like a war map, not a bedroom.

I approached the bed with confident steps and remained standing over her head, enjoying the sight of the defiance in her eyes despite her desperate attempt to cover herself with my shirt.

I said to her in a low voice carrying a tone of admiration that no one could mistake:

"You have many advantages, Julie.. you make your value increase more every day."

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