My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191: 191/Sins of the Father

Chapter 191

Thomas’s Point of View

I watched that bastard Morgan leave the house with his provocative strides; he came only to spite me and strike me with the fact that I’ve become crippled and confined to this cursed chair.

I exhaled in frustration, gripping the weak armrests of my chair with my frail hands. If only I had killed him that day, it would have been better for everyone.

My mind drifted to the past, and I clearly remembered when I placed the muzzle of the gun against his head twenty years ago.

Sweat was pouring from his forehead, but he looked at me coldly and said, "Really, Thomas... you never listen to reason."

I backed down then, lowered the weapon, and handed it back to him, saying in a cautious tone, "Don’t threaten me again, Morgan... Elizabeth cannot find out anything."

"You’re insane," he replied as he walked away.

He left the room and left me alone. I sat next to Violet on the edge of the bed; she was drenched in sleep like an angel.

I ran my trembling hand over her delicate face and said in a low voice carrying a dark promise, "You will be mine... neither my marriage, nor my children, nor anything in the world will stop me from taking you."

In the morning, Violet woke up, pulling the bedsheets toward her body in terror, looking at me with lost eyes. I was sitting on the sofa watching her in silence. "What happened?" she asked in a trembling voice.

"You fainted," I said calmly.

"Really?" she muttered, lacking comprehension.

I pointed to a bag beside me. "There are clothes in that bag. Change your dress... I’m going out."

I stepped out of the room to find Morgan waiting for me with suspicious looks. He approached me and said, "Did you spend the night here with her?"

"Don’t start again, Morgan," I said, trying to hide my confusion. "All there is to it is that I stayed sitting on the sofa."

"You need to come to your senses, Thomas," he said seriously.

I sighed in annoyance, looking away from him. "Enough, please."

Suddenly, Violet walked out of the room; she was wearing a purple dress that highlighted her beauty, her hair cascading softly over her shoulders. My mouth fell open, stunned by her charm, and I felt my heart pounding and Morgan’s state was no different from mine.

"I have to go home now," she said shyly.

"I’ll drive you home," I said immediately.

"Let’s go then," Morgan said helplessly.

We dropped her at her house; she thanked us and left with delicate steps. "The story of this girl ends here," Morgan said as he started the car engine.

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