My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 262

Chapter 262: 262/Prisoner of the Club

Chapter 262:

Julie’s POV

I couldn’t believe what was hitting my ears. Did he truly say I would work as a maid? Did all that passion turn, overnight, into this contempt? Was he mocking me? I rounded the executive desk with quick strides and stood right beside him, while he remained seated in his leather chair like a king passing a death sentence on his subjects.

"Robert... are you joking with me?" I asked, my voice trembling with a shock I had never known. "Tell me this is just a sick prank, that you only want to test me!"

He raised his gaze to me, and the frost in his eyes was enough to kill any shred of hope in my soul. He replied in a tone as dry as timber: "I am perfectly serious in what I say... and I never joke."

I moved closer, my heart screaming in pain, reaching out my hand like a drowning person searching for a straw. "Robert, please... look into my eyes. If this is just a heavy-handed joke, stop now. I’ve reached my limit."

He responded with a coldness harsher than before: "I told you, I am not joking. My word is final."

I felt my heart trembling behind my ribs like a caged bird. "But I love you, Robert!" I said with quivering lips, tears welling in my eyes. "We were one body last night. Our breaths were mingled, and your promises filled my ears... What has gotten into you? Why are you turning on me in this brutal way?"

He averted his gaze as if the sight of me had become painful to his eyes. "I will ask Olivia to hand you the maid’s uniform," he said with unbearable coldness. "Now, get out of my office at once. I don’t want to see your face in front of me."

I exploded with bitterness, screaming as tears scorched my face in torrents. "Is this your plan?! You caught me in the webs of your love, made me surrender my body to you and fuck you with all my soul, then you simply decided to discard me and throw me to the servants?! Are you a monster?!"

He rose from his chair with a terrifying slowness. "I didn’t make you fall in love with me, Julie," he said with a cruelty that made me reel. "You threw yourself into my fire; do not blame me for your burning."

I couldn’t believe these words were coming from the mouth of the man who had kissed me so tenderly just last night! He continued with words that sank into my chest like poisoned daggers: "And let me remind you of something else so you don’t play the victim... You are the one who stripped off your clothes with your own hands. You are the one who touched me and asked, with your own tongue, for me to fuck you and possess you... So don’t claim now that I forced you into anything."

I felt a moral slap that stunned me. How did he dare throw my weakness and desire in my face in such a repulsive way? Did he feel no shame in violating my secret? But in that moment, a sudden shift occurred deep within me; the fires of grief were extinguished, and in their place ignited a wounded pride that refused to break. No, I will not cry before him again. This is not the time for a breakdown. Julie... return to that strong woman who entered this club. Fight as you used to.

I harshly wiped away a rebellious tear, etching features of stone onto my face. "So... Mr. Robert wants me to work as a maid?" I asked with blatant defiance.

"Yes," he answered curtly, watching me. "That is your new job."

I smiled a cold smile the smile of someone with nothing left to lose. "You forgot a very important detail, Mr. Robert... and that is that I am Julie, and I do not execute orders that humiliate me."

"You will execute them whether you like it or not," he countered, tightening his grip on the arm of his chair until his knuckles turned white. "And with my full obedience."

I let out a scathing laugh that shook the corners of the office. "Oh? Well... you’re about to see how I execute them in my own way."

I walked toward the luxury bar with confident steps, defying his tyranny. I picked up a crystal glass and held it high before his eyes. "For example... since my role as a maid is to clean, let’s start by creating something worth cleaning."

I coldly loosened my grip. The glass crashed against the floor, shattering into hundreds of scattered shards. I saw flashes of shock and rage cross his face, but I didn’t stop. I picked up an expensive bottle of whiskey and raised it high. "And as an obedient maid, I must gather the mess... shouldn’t I?"

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