My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 290

Chapter 290: 290/Flashback (23)

Chapter 290:Playing with Fire

Flashback 23 years ago

Author POV

The very next day, Violet’s mother arrived in the countryside, urgency and tension evident in her every movement. She took her daughter and the little grandson, gathered their things, and they all returned to the city under the cover of darkness.

There, Violet resumed her normal life with incredible speed, as if nothing had ever happened, attending university in full elegance and high spirits, while her sister Meredith took custody of the infant Steve, beginning to raise him on formula. But Meredith did so out of sheer obligation and coercion, solely to cover up the scandal and protect the family name; for this reason, she could never love him or provide him with a true mother’s warmth. Over time, all the neighbors bought into the crafted ruse, entirely convinced that Meredith was the one who had been pregnant and given birth to the blonde boy.

Despite the absolute success of the plan, Meredith would occasionally turn and look with utter bewilderment and astonishment at the sheer coldness of her sister Violet. The latter would turn her back with total indifference and walk the other way whenever she spotted the young boy crawling in the living room, refusing to look at her son or hear his voice, as if her chest were entirely devoid of a beating human heart.

Meanwhile, Thomas had returned to frantically chasing after Violet, groveling and pleading through every possible means for her to return to him. Even though his wife had committed suicide because of him and his family was completely shattered and torn apart, his madness and obsession for her blinded him to the wreckage. He wanted to possess her at any cost or price.

He cornered her in a quiet hallway one day, telling her in a broken, humiliated tone as he tried to grasp the edge of her palm that he wanted her desperately, and that he had searched for her everywhere to no avail. But Violet aggressively shrugged her hand away, rejecting him completely and slamming the wooden door right in his face without a shred of mercy or a single backward glance.

A full year after that secret birth of Steve in the countryside, life opened a thrilling new Chapter for Violet. Their paths crossed once more when she headed to the very same public park the exact green, serene spot that held their previous memories. She was sitting upon the ancient wooden bench with ease and spontaneity, playing with the locks of her long, silky hair with her delicate fingers, her eyes drifting across the horizon in boredom. Suddenly, the sunlight was blocked out from her, and she found him standing before her in his full, towering height and commanding presence that forced hearts into submission.

Morgan didn’t grant her a single chance to catch her breath or speak a word of welcome. Instead, he advanced directly toward her with wide, confident, and steady steps that rattled the gravel beneath his shoes. Without any preludes or introductory phrases, he bent over her with his powerful frame, completely shadowing her, and caught her small jaw with the iron grip of his strong fingers. Then, he locked his lips over hers, kissing her with all the raw force, violence, and consuming longing he possessed. Violet offered no notable objection, moving not a muscle to resist or pull back; rather, she let out a hot, warm sigh that melted into his deep kiss, returning it with an equal, explosive passion, while her palms rose to grip the fabric of his dark jacket, clutching it tightly like someone holding onto life itself.

He pulled back a fraction of an inch, breathing rapidly as his chest rose and fell heavily. Then, he sat directly beside her on the same wooden bench. Locking his sharp, dark gaze into the depths of her eyes, he spoke in a firm, raspy, and hoarse tone that betrayed the extent of his yearning: "It has been a very long time since we’ve been away... huh?"

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