My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223: 223/Flashback (5)

Chapter 223: Flashback – The Shattered Mirror

Author’s POV (23 Years Ago)

Morgan bolted upright from the bed, his frame shuddering under the weight of a suppressed fury that threatened to incinerate everything. He approached Meredith with heavy, rhythmic steps that sounded like the fall of a hammer. His bare chest rose and fell with ragged, turbulent breaths.

In a swift, predatory motion, he seized her jaw in an iron grip, forcing her head up to meet gray eyes that had turned into smoldering embers of contempt.

"Other people?" he hissed through gritted teeth. "Is that your profession?"

Meredith let out a bitter, mocking laugh that shook her very core.

Despite the searing pain in her jaw under the crush of his fingers, she lifted her chin in defiance. "Yes, it’s my job. The only thing that matters is the money. Are you going to pay, or not?"

Morgan shoved her away with intense revulsion, as if he had touched something contaminated and sickening. He marched to his dresser, snatched a thick stack of cash, and hurled it at her feet with such force that the bills scattered and spiraled across the floor. "Is that enough?" he spat, his voice dripping with venom.

Meredith bent down with a hollow, practiced coldness. She began to gather the banknotes from the floor with a provocatively slow deliberation, feeling each piece of paper cut into what remained of her dignity like a blade.

But she played her part to the bitter end. She stuffed the money into her bag, then looked at him with a pale, sickly smile. "Goodbye, sir. It’s been a pleasure doing business with you."

She turned and walked out of the room, forcing her steps to appear confident, while Morgan remained standing in the center of the room, ashen-faced.

He couldn’t grasp how the image of the "Angel" had disintegrated in a single heartbeat.

The moment she stepped into a taxi, Meredith’s tears fell in a torrent. She couldn’t bear the weight of what had happened; the realization that she would never see Morgan again made her heart burn with genuine agony.

She was supposed to feel victorious for tainting Violet’s image in his eyes, but instead, she felt an internal ruin. She entered her house with red, swollen eyes and headed straight for her room, slamming the door and collapsing onto her bed in a fit of bitter weeping.

Violet had noticed her sister’s distraught state the moment she walked in. She knew something was horribly wrong. She knocked and entered the room to find Meredith in shambles.

As soon as Meredith saw her sister, she shrieked hysterically, "Get out of my sight!"

Violet approached with a worried expression, her voice soft. "What’s wrong? Why are you crying?"

"None of your business!" Meredith snapped, wiping her tears aggressively.

"Tell me," Violet insisted, sitting beside her. "I’m your sister."

Meredith lunged to her feet, her voice piercing. "You’re not my sister! You are a barrier in my life... an obstacle I need to remove!"

Before Violet could respond, their mother entered the room, standing at the door with a stern gaze. "What is this talk?"

Meredith rose from the bed, a mocking smirk dancing on her lips. "Oh, look... Her Majesty the Queen has arrived to defend her little Princess!"

Her mother marched toward her and, in a swift motion, slapped her across the face so hard it snapped her head to the side. Tears spilled from Meredith’s eyes as she clutched her stinging cheek. "You’re hitting me... for her?" she asked, her voice breaking.

"I’m hitting you because your words are poisonous," her mother replied firmly. "What is wrong with you?"

"What is wrong with me, Mom?" Meredith screamed, gesturing wildly in despair. "Am I not your daughter too? Why do you love her and not me?"

"Is that what you think?" the mother asked in disbelief. "That I don’t love you?"

"Yes! And don’t lie, please," Meredith said bitterly. "You love her, you pamper her, you treat her like royalty while you treat me like a goddamn servant!"

The mother shook her head in sorrow. "You are mentally ill. You need professional help."

Meredith laughed with pure gall. "You are the ones who made me this way!"

The mother raised her hand to strike again, but this time Violet stood in the way, catching her mother’s wrist. "Enough, Mom," she said calmly.

The mother looked at Meredith with disdain. "Look at your sister. Even after what you said to her, she defends you."

Meredith stepped back, bowing with scathing sarcasm. "Thank you, Princess, for your royal mercy!"

Violet looked at her with pity, forcing a gentle smile. "Get some rest. Your nerves are shot." She took her mother’s arm. "Let’s go."

As they reached the kitchen, the mother placed a hand over her heart. "Violet, your sister’s condition worries me deeply."

Violet sipped some water with a detached coolness. "Don’t worry. She’s probably just had a difficult day."

The following day, Violet was walking through the university gates with confident strides, chatting with classmates about grueling lectures.

Suddenly, a sleek black luxury car screeched to a halt right in front of them, making the girls gasp as they watched the sunlight glint off its polished frame. The door opened, and Thomas stepped out, looking impeccable.

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