My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 286

Chapter 286: 286/The Anatomy of a Shock

Chapter 286:

Olivia’s POV

Seven whole months. Seven long months passed without my eyes catching a glimpse of Steve, or my phone ringing with his name on the screen. He had stopped calling me altogether, withdrawing from my life with a provoking calmness, ignoring my existence as if I had never meant anything to him, or as if the days we spent together had simply evaporated into thin air. Even though I was always clear with myself and knew perfectly well that I held no true love or real affection for him in my depths, his absence left a bothersome void; I just needed him around.

He was the only one in this miserable world who made me feel like a desired woman, someone worthy of attention, pampering, and the spoiling that everyone else around me lacked. During this entire stretch of time, he didn’t even condescend to send a single text, nor did he step across my threshold as he used to, which made my pride bleed profusely.

On top of this killing void, I had to endure the weight of a daily hell and face Robert’s madness and mood swings at the club. Although he did his absolute best to feign composure, coldness, and indifference before everyone, his actions and sharp gazes exposed him clearly. To any onlooker, he appeared as a broken man, burning from the inside out just because that disgusting pig, Julie, had left.

Up until this very moment, none of the workers or patrons at the club knew the real reason behind her sudden escape on that cursed night.

At first, I thought she was just a stupid girl who fell in love with Robert and would do anything to please him, but the days proved the exact opposite. It turned out she was just a cheap, manipulative fraud who exploited his blind trust and the safety he granted her to execute her filthy plan, running away and leaving him behind to writhe in his own fires.

I tried repeatedly, through all sorts of twisted and indirect ways, to get closer to Robert in her absence. I wore my finest clothes, feigned comfort to soothe his mind, or used business and its pressures as an excuse to speak with him inside his office. But all my attempts crashed against the wall of his cruelty. He was like a raging, wounded dragon, ready to swallow and destroy anyone who dared approach his perimeter or tried to fill the void she left behind.

Seven whole months of trying to catch his attention to no avail, moving around him like a faded shadow, as if Julie were still lingering there, sitting in his chair and filling the place with her scent... Damn that bitch! Damn her from the bottom of my heart! Even though she departed and vanished, her hideous ghost still haunts me in every corner, standing as a barrier between me and what I want. Every single moment, I wished she was suffering in her life, tasting the bitterness of pain in her hiding place, because I was truly sick of hearing her name and grew suffocated by her invisible presence.

Today, my anger reached its peak, my patience entirely ran out, and I decided I couldn’t wait any longer; I had to move. I knew nothing about Steve except his workplace I didn’t have his home address, I didn’t know where he spent his nights, and I didn’t possess a single thread leading to him other than that warehouse. I got into my car and drove fast through the crowded streets until I arrived near Mr. Carlos’s warehouse.

I parked a short distance away, allowing me to watch without being noticed. I pressed my fingers tightly and anxiously against the leather steering wheel, my eyes locked onto the massive gate, waiting for him to emerge.

After a tedious wait that almost made me lose my nerves, I spotted Steve’s massive frame leaving the gate, looking exhausted. My hand tensed immediately, and a raging urge swept over me to fling the door open, go down to him, and scream in his face. But I backed out at the last second and pulled my hand away... No, definitely not here, not in front of Carlos’s warehouse where the area was bustling with workers and passersby, and any curious eye could see me.

So, I decided to trail him differently. I waited until he hailed a yellow taxi that was passing by, then I drove my car right behind him with extreme caution, keeping a safe distance so he wouldn’t sense someone was tracking him through the intersecting streets. The quiet pursuit lasted for several minutes until the taxi finally pulled over by the curb in front of a dilapidated, old building. I saw him get out and step through the wooden gate. I parked my car quickly on the side of the road and got out without thinking, running with light, muffled steps so as not to make any noise, slipping inside the building right behind him.

I caught a glimpse of his back out of the corner of my eye as he climbed the concrete steps quickly. I stopped at the very bottom, shrinking behind the cold wall, holding my breath and watching in absolute silence to pinpoint which apartment door he would open and enter. The moment I heard the violent thud of the wooden door closing and the echo of the lock in the hallway, I dashed up the stairs, sparks flying from my eyes.

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