My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21: 21/Terrifying Freedom

Chapter Twenty-One:

Julie’s Point of View

I had my breakfast and enjoyed a some false calm after a morning charged with Olivia’s provocations and Robert’s crazy offer.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed, rearranging the events of our last meeting in my head.. would he really allow me to have the room key?

I laughed with bitter irony and said to myself:

"Julie.. what a fool you are! Do you really think he would allow you to wander around here and grant you freedom of movement?"

That savage who describes himself as a sword cannot give me a sense of security, even if I cut my vocal cords singing for him.

To him, I am just a bird he found difficult to tame, and keys in his dictionary are nothing but tools to tighten the cage, not to open it.

I felt a chill seeping into my body; my shirt had become slightly damp because of the strands of my hair that hadn’t dried yet.

At that moment, the door was thrown open violently and Olivia entered, her eyes blazing with sparks of suppressed anger.

I didn’t have the energy to engage in another verbal duel with her, so I rose from the bed and said in a calm tone, trying to absorb her fury:

"Listen, Olivia.. yesterday I entered Mr. Robert’s room just to see it and then I left; nothing of what is going on in your imagination happened."

I was trying to calm her down; if my fate was to stay here for a long time, the last thing I needed was an enemy with her power and influence.

But she approached me slowly, a sarcastic smile hovering on her lips:

"Your little lie that you told this morning.. did Mr. Robert scold you for it and force you to tell the truth?"

She was testing the limits of my patience skillfully, but I maintained my composure and answered her with a sincerity that sprang from the depths of my disgust:

"If your master, Robert, were the last man in this world, I would not look at him."

Just placing myself in that possibility made me feel nauseated, but her reaction was surprising; she burst out laughing and said with contempt:

"Rather, he is the one who won’t look at you!"

I realized at that moment that a truce with this woman was impossible, so I went along with her out of boredom to end the conversation:

"Yes, Olivia.. he won’t look at me, you are right."

She moved closer to me, and with a sudden movement, she threw something at me that struck my body before falling and making a sharp, metallic sound against the marble floor.

My gaze lowered automatically toward that object.. and I froze in my place.

It was a key.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it, and I felt my heart pounding so hard it pained my chest. I asked myself in bewilderment:

"Is this really the room key? Did he do it?".

Amidst my shock, Olivia’s hateful voice echoed as she said:

"Don’t rejoice too much, for this key won’t just open your room door; it will open the gates of hell for you, Julie!"

Her words didn’t affect me, and her threat didn’t intimidate me; all my senses were suspended by that small piece of metal lying on the ground.

I was completely unable to comprehend that Robert, that man who never compromises, had handed me the key to my prison with his own hand.Is it a new trick?

I raised my gaze toward Olivia again, my voice coming out as a whisper as if I feared the scene would evaporate if I spoke aloud:

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