My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 257

Chapter 257: 257/Hating What I Love

Chapter 257:

Robert’s POV

The words struck my ears like a hammer blow shattering my skull. I stumbled back with unsteady steps, feeling as though all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. My grip on my father’s pajama collar loosened, and my arms fell to my sides like lead. Violet... is Julie’s mother? I repeated the sentence in my mind, but my heart refused to process its ugliness.

I let out a choked, hysterical laugh, filled with bitterness, while my father watched me with a gaze that mixed pity with firm resolve. I felt my wound throbbing with sharp pain, but it was nothing compared to the tearing happening inside my chest.

The girl I loved, the one I possessed tonight with both violence and passion, is the daughter of the woman who made my mother commit suicide... the daughter of my father’s mistress who destroyed my childhood.

"Impossible... this is impossible," I said, my voice trembling with shock.

"I warned you, Robert," my father replied in a cold, unsympathetic tone. "I warned you many times, but you never listened."

I clutched my head as a violent dizziness hit me. Everything felt like a nightmare. Out of all the women on this earth, did I choose to fall for the daughter of that woman? "How can she be her daughter?" I asked in a desperate attempt to cling to any shred of hope. "Her mother isn’t Violet."

"Her mother is Violet," he said stoically, locking his eyes on mine. "She was raised by her aunt, Meredith... Julie doesn’t know this."

I felt the air leave my lungs. No, this was unbelievable. In a desperate move to make sense of the madness, a darker thought crossed my mind one that made the blood freeze in my veins. "Is she your daughter?" I choked out.

My mind had stopped functioning entirely. My father shouted in disapproval, "What are you saying? Am I insane enough to let you fall in love with your own sister?"

It was all madness. "Since when did you know?" I asked, sparks flying from my eyes. "And why did you hide this from me?"

"I only found out the day I came to the club and saw her for the first time," he answered coldly. "She looks like her mother... a carbon copy."

My God! Had I fallen for the replica of my father’s mistress? As if he heard my thoughts and decided to sharpen my agony, he said with a hint of spite: "Your whole life, you’ve blamed me for betraying your mother and loving another woman... do you realize now that I couldn’t help but love her?"

"Shut up!" I roared, a primal sound.

But he didn’t stop. He continued to stab me with his words. "Do you see it now? How she made you love her? How she melted the glaciers you’ve built around yourself all these years?"

I couldn’t take it anymore. A raging beast was tearing through my insides.

I turned toward a nearby chair and flipped it with a force that shattered the wood. In that moment, I felt my shoulder tear with pain, and my old wound reopened, soaking my shirt in blood. "Shut your goddamn mouth!" I screamed, gasping for air.

He looked at me with genuine terror, his eyes widening as he watched my body tremble violently. "Calm down, Robert... what is wrong with you?" he asked, trying to regain his composure.

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