My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 224

Chapter 224: 224/Flashback (6)

Chapter 224: Flashback – The Sharp Edge of Defiance

Author’s POV (23 Years Ago)

Morgan’s gaze hardened as he scanned her from head to toe. He no longer looked at her with the admiration of the past; instead, his eyes were drenched in an icy contempt that caused the smile on Violet’s face to gradually wither. "Hello," Morgan replied, his voice dry and escaping like the hiss of a viper.

Thomas was visibly irritated by Morgan’s presence, the muscles in his jaw tightening. He sensed that this man was a rival for Violet’s heart. "I didn’t know you’d be here today, Morgan," he said in a frigid tone.

"A coincidence of fate," Morgan retorted, his eyes flitting between the two with biting sarcasm.

Seeking to end the encounter, Thomas placed a gentle hand on Violet’s back to guide her away. "Violet, let’s go over there. They have photos of the competing horses. Choose one."

Violet walked with Thomas with calm strides until they reached the display board. She stared at the images with deep focus, then raised a finger and pointed to a horse as pitch-black as the night. "That one," she said.

Thomas laughed inwardly. This horse was notorious for a dismal record it hadn’t won a single race in its life. Yet, he felt compelled to bet on it simply because he had asked her to choose. "Hmm... you have an excellent eye," he said, his heart at odds with his mind.

"Not really," she replied simply. "I just liked the color."

Thomas was about to bet on a losing horse just because its color appealed to Violet. In that moment, he realized the cliché "Love is blind" was an absolute truth. "Wait for me here; I’ll be right back," he said, stepping away.

As Thomas headed toward the betting window, Violet remained alone, contemplating the photos. Suddenly, a heavy shadow loomed over her, and Morgan’s poisonous voice reached her ear. "No clients tonight?"

Violet turned slowly, her brows furrowed in confusion. "What?"

Morgan stepped forward, increasing the physical pressure on her. "I’m asking you about your clients," he said with sheer audacity.

"I don’t understand... what clients?" she asked, staring into his eyes in disbelief.

Morgan let out a sickly laugh. "Oh, please! Don’t tell me you want to play the innocent girl for Thomas. You weren’t like that when you were at my house."

Violet’s body stiffened. Her voice was quiet but resolute. "Are you going to speak clearly?"

Morgan leaned toward her, his eyes blazing with malice. "You want clarity? Fine. Does Thomas know you’re nothing but a whore?"

Violet looked at him in silence. She didn’t tremble, she didn’t scream, and her marble-like features didn’t flicker. She simply gazed into the depths of his eyes as if trying to grasp the sheer depravity of this man. "What did you just call me?" she asked with an eerie calmness.

"A whore," he spat back. When she remained silent, he continued his tirade. "You weren’t very skilled yesterday; I expected a better performance. I want you at my house tonight. And don’t worry... I’ll pay you double."

In that moment, a mysterious smile played on Violet’s lips, and her eyes flashed with an inexplicable glint. "I want triple," she said defiantly.

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