My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 263

Chapter 263: 263/The Jealous King

Chapter 263:

Robert’s POV

Debris filled the room, but the wreckage dwelling in my chest was far greater. I couldn’t believe that Julie the delicate girl who was in my arms yesterday possessed such ferocity. Even though she had scattered chaos in my office, shattering glass that sparkled like angry diamonds on the whiskey-soaked carpet, I found my pulse racing with admiration for her all over again.

I hated this admiration; I hated how erotic I found her when she was burning with rage and defiance.

I felt an intense self-loathing, a sickening feeling gnawing at my vitals like searing acid. How did I dare tell her that she was the one who asked to be fucked? How did I hurl her weakness and honesty back in her face with such filth? I knew with absolute certainty that I was the one who craved her more, that my body trembled with desire for every inch of her yet I crushed her dignity with words like poison.

In my own eyes, I was nothing but a lowlife, a bastard punishing an innocent girl for the sin of a treacherous mother. But the moment the memory of my mother haunted me the image of her ending her life because of that woman the rage ignited in my blood and eclipsed every ounce of tenderness.

The door opened slowly, and Carlos entered. His gaze froze on the shattered glass and the drink flooding the expensive carpet. He raised his eyebrows in shock and looked at me, bewildered. "What am I looking at, Robert? Did an earthquake hit this office?"

I took a deep breath, feeling my chest tighten behind my strained shirt. I replied curtly, trying to keep my features steady: "Nothing... just a minor accident."

Carlos narrowed his eyes, stepping closer as he scanned my exhausted face. "I just saw Julie in the hallway... she looked like she’d just come out of a war. Did you two fight?"

I exhaled with sharp impatience, my jaw tensing. "Carlos, please... I’m in no state to discuss this."

Carlos sighed and pulled out a chair to sit. His tone shifted, becoming more serious. "Fine, as you wish... but I’m here for something that cannot wait. The Snake is still alive. He survived."

I knit my brows tightly, a chill running down my spine. "So the bastard didn’t die?" I asked warily.

Carlos interlaced his fingers anxiously. "No... and it seems Don Morgan is planning something. This silence before the storm is unsettling; he’s cooking something up in the shadows."

I leaned back in my leather chair, which gave a faint creak, as I mapped out our next moves. "The next shipment... when exactly does it arrive?"

"A week from now," Carlos said.

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