My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 258

Chapter 258: 258/The Scent of the Enemy

Chapter 258:

Julie’s POV

I was drowning amidst the sheets, my body feeling a heaviness it had never known, as if every cell in me had finally surrendered to that delicious exhaustion following the storm.

I thought I would open my eyes to find warmth filling the room, but what greeted me instead was a sudden chill that lashed against my face. I slowly raised my gaze toward Robert, and the breath froze in my chest.

This was not the man who had left me moments ago with tender touches and silent promises. He stood there like a statue of cold marble. His features, which had softened for me hours ago, were now as sharp as a blade.

And his eyes... My God, those eyes held a strange look, devoid of any human spark a look I hadn’t seen in him even in his worst moments of rage. I felt a sudden tightening in my heart, as if a heavy stone had crashed down upon it.

I tried to gather my shattered self, my voice trembling and barely audible. "Robert... answer me... what’s wrong?"

The silence that blanketed the room was desolate. Dark thoughts began to gnaw at my mind; had he gone to confront Marcus and something terrible happened? Or had he discovered another secret I was trying to bury? But he gave me no chance to guess; he threw his word like a bullet piercing the stillness of the place: "Get out."

I froze in place, my mind refusing to process the word. I rose from the bed very slowly, and with every movement, pain carved its path through my ass sharp stings that made me clinch my teeth so hard I could almost hear them grind. I pushed through my pain and stood before him with a shaking body, whispering in disbelief, "Robert... go where? I don’t understand what you mean..."

Suddenly, his stillness turned into a volcano of rage. He roared with a sharpness that shook the walls and terrified my very soul: "Get out of my room, now!"

In that moment, I felt the ground shifting beneath me. Was this the same man who was whispering my name just a while ago? Was he the one who possessed me with all that desire? I couldn’t endure this sudden distance. I stepped toward him with faltering steps, my legs nearly betraying me, and reached out my trembling hand to touch his arm hoping to find a crack in his wall of ice, hoping my touch would bring him back to me.

But he recoiled with terrifying force, snapping my hand away with a swift motion as if I were a coal burning his skin, or a plague he feared catching. Expressions of disgust and loathing etched themselves onto his face, and he spoke in a voice dripping with hatred: "Don’t... you will never touch me again."

Tears froze in my eyes from the sheer shock. What had turned the scales like this? Was all this anger because I hadn’t been entirely honest with him? A bitter lump blocked my throat, and my vision began to blur with the tears carving their path over my cheeks. "I’m sorry... I didn’t mean... I swear to you..."

He cut me off with a cruelty I had never known. He clamped his fingers around my arm and yanked me toward him, a muffled gasp of pain escaping me.

The grip of his hand told me the extent of his current contempt for me. He screamed in my face: "You leave my room this instant, and don’t you... don’t you dare think of crossing this door ever again!"

My heart shattered into tiny pieces scattered across the room. He shoved me lightly toward the door, but to me, that shove was a bottomless abyss I was thrown into without mercy.

I stumbled toward the bathroom with shaky steps and began gathering my clothes strewn in every corner. I dressed while sobs choked my chest, tears streaming down and soaking the fabric of my shirt.

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