My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 259

Chapter 259: 259/The Maid of the Mafia

Chapter 259:

Julie’s POV

When Robert cornered me between his massive frame and the cold, solid wall, I felt as if the air had been vacuumed right out of my lungs. The pressure of his body against mine was so intense I felt my bones might fuse with the concrete behind me. His breath, which had caressed my neck with such warmth just last night, was now searing exhaling a rage I couldn’t comprehend. And his eyes... My God, those eyes held a terrifying frost. It was a strange, hollow look, devoid of any shred of mercy, as if I weren’t the same woman who had been in his arms hours ago.

The Robert who whispered words of love in my ear was gone; in his place stood a predatory beast.

"I... I only came to check on you..." I said, my body trembling and my lips barely able to move. "Robert, my heart wouldn’t let me leave you like this."

He growled in my face, leaning in until I felt the sparks from his eyes scorching my skin. He roared with a tone that shook my entire being: "What did I tell you inside?! Were my words not clear enough?! Did I not tell you never to set foot in this room again?!"

I swallowed hard, a bitter lump in my throat, feeling tears gather behind my lids. "Robert... please," I pleaded. "Is all this anger because I lied about the training and Marcus? Tell me, is the lie what changed you like this?"

His response came like a slap, delivered with a lethal coldness I never imagined from him: "It is none of your business what goes on in my head... and you have no right to ask."

He suddenly released my shoulders with a force that sent me reeling, brushing his hand off as if touching me burned him or as if I were some repulsive insect he needed to discard. He pointed his forefinger toward the open door and commanded, "Get out of this room... now.

But I didn’t move. Something in my chest refused to surrender. My heart was thumping wildly against my ribs, and I found myself crying out in stifled agony, "What is wrong with you, Robert?! What happened in those hours you were out?! Why are you treating me like a nobody?!"

He lunged at me again like a panther, clamping his thick palm over my arm so hard I let out an audible gasp of pain.

He yanked me toward him until my neck twisted, and whispered in a low, terrifying voice: "You will say ’Mr. Robert’! From this moment on, your tongue shall never utter my name alone again... is that understood, Julie?!"

In that moment, I felt like I was falling into an endless nightmare.

Was I dreaming? Was it possible that the man who possessed my body and kissed every inch of me had changed so much? "Mr. Robert?!" I asked in shock, tears streaming down my face. "Have you gone mad? Just last night you were fucking me with such desire... you were screaming my name in your arms... what happened to you?!"

An icy stillness settled over his face a coldness that shattered what remained of my soul. He spoke words that cut my heart like a blade: "Yes, I fucked you last night. It was one night, and it’s over. This filth will never be repeated, Julie... Now, get out before I lose my temper!"

He flung the door open with even more violence and shoved me out, slamming it in my face with a force that shook the walls of the club and the walls of my shattered heart. I stood in the corridor, lost, feeling the pain in my arm from his grip and a greater pain in my dignity, which he had crushed under his boot.

I turned to flee from my disappointment, only to collide with Olivia’s gaze. She was standing at the end of the hall with a blatant smirk of malice. I began to walk with faltering steps as she watched my breakdown. When I reached her and started down the stairs, she spoke in a mocking tone dripping with venom: "Oh, Julie... you little pig. It seems Mr. Robert has tossed you out like trash, hasn’t he? Did he get bored of fucking your cheap body that quickly?"

I ignored her barking completely; my pain was too vast to respond to filth like her. I finished descending the stairs, my legs shaking and my vision blurring. I headed straight for Max’s room. I entered without knocking, and the moment I saw him, I collapsed, sobbing so hard my chest felt like it would burst.

Max jumped up in alarm and rushed over to me. "Julie! What’s wrong? What happened?"

"It’s... it’s all over," I said between the jagged sobs that were choking me. "Robert left me, Max!"

"What are you saying?!" he replied, shock freezing his features. "How could he leave you after everything between you?!"

I slumped into the chair like a lifeless corpse. "He kicked me out of his room... he warned me against touching him or even going near him... and imagine... he told me to call him ’Mr. Robert’! Can you even process that level of humiliation?"

"But why?!" he asked, bewildered, trying to piece it together. "There must be a powerful reason for such a reversal!"

"I don’t know," I answered, wiping my tears with a trembling hand that still bore the marks of his grip. "Just last night, I confessed that I had been lying to him about my training with you and Marcus... I told him I was training for real combat so I wouldn’t feel guilty toward him. I wanted to be completely honest with him."

"Just that?!" Max said in utter disbelief. "A lie about training turned him into this monster?!"

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