My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 334

Chapter 334: 334/Forbidden Comparisons and Hidden Fires

Chapter 334:

Julie’s POV

My eyes widened to their maximum extent, and I felt the shock silence my tongue and freeze the blood in my veins as if a burning thunderbolt had descended upon me from heaven to pierce my depths without mercy.

I retreated two steps backward with momentum and blind panic, and my back collided with the solid hallway wall with a force that made my spine stiffen, while my hands rose automatically to cover my face and eyes with a severe trembling and hysteria that I failed to curb.

I was breathing with dead limbs and rapid, burning breaths that suffocated my throat, my heartbeats striking my chest with a violence that completely shattered my being, as if I were in a terrifying nightmare. I did not believe, by the Lord of creation, what my eyes were witnessing just now! A massive, white dick, filled with prominent veins that told of the monstrosity of the situation... what the hell was this, by heaven’s sake?! Did this cursed, base scoundrel dare to lower his shorts before me with this simplicity and insolence that breached every boundary and red line?!

My entire face flushed, my cheeks igniting with the fires of a shame and embarrassment I had never experienced in my entire life, and a blind anger possessed me, making my entire body shudder with a violent and fatal tremor. I ground my teeth with an oppression that crushed my soul, and ground out in a raspy, shaking voice filled with screaming from behind my palms tightly clasped over my eyes:

"You base... cursed... despicable wretch! Raise your shorts right now! Damn you and damn your filth!"

The tone of his sarcastic and provoking laugh leaked to my ears, echoing in the hallway with a suffocating coldness that induced nausea, followed by the sound of the fabric of his shorts moving as he raised and adjusted them with extreme leisure, as if he intentionally meant to arouse my fury without an eyelid fluttering or feeling a single atom of shame that belongs to a normal human being. He twisted his tone with an open mockery that carried all the coldness of the world:

"Didn’t I tell you that the matter is highly ordinary and doesn’t call for all this commotion? I have already raised them; you can open your eyes now, you weeping child"

I lowered my palms slowly and with severe trembling, my body still stiffened in a spasm against the cold wall as if I had been afflicted with paralysis. I directed my looks toward him with eyes blazing with malice and hatred, sparks flying from them like two projectiles wanting to tear and burn him in his place without hesitation, and I shouted with prominent neck veins and a hysterical voice:

"You are a mental patient, Jake! Dangerously sick and in dire need of rapid treatment in a closed asylum! I swear by God Almighty, if you dare and repeat a filthy and degraded movement like this again before me, I will castrate you with a kitchen knife without my eyelid fluttering!"

I turned my body with a crazy, blind momentum and forged my path with thundering, stormy strides that struck the ground with violence toward my room. I entered it like a hurricane and slammed the door behind me with all the strength I possessed, so it emitted a colossal roar that almost dislodged the wood from its place and shattered the walls.

I cast myself onto the bed with cut-off breaths and a torn soul, burying my face between my palms while trembling like a madwoman from the intensity of agitation and embarrassment; my mind was on the verge of exploding from the abundance of thoughts, and that insolent, exposing image of him wouldn’t leave my imagination at all, sticking to my eyelids.

I began to curse him with the ugliest words and insults in my secret, counting the days, hours, and minutes that would rid me of living and sleeping beneath one roof with this base, depraved devil who doesn’t possess an atom of modesty!

I rose from the bed with rapid and disturbed strides to expel those revolting thoughts from my head, changed my clothes with great haste and chaos, and then exited the entire house to inhale some external fresh air that might extinguish the fires of my chest. I headed toward the flower shop where I work; upon my entry through the door, my eyes fell on Mrs. Sophia standing behind the wooden counter, occupied with arranging a coordinated bouquet of flowers for a customer with her usual friendly smile.

I captured a calm breath and attempted to sketch natural features on my exhausted face, speaking with an artificial calm:

"Good morning, Mrs. Sophia."

Mrs. Sophia turned to me with her warm features, responding with cheerfulness and love:

"Good morning, Julie, welcome."

I scratched my forehead with slight embarrassment and a sense of guilt for my lateness, justifying my stance in a low voice:

"I am truly sorry... I lagged behind a lot today, and I didn’t come despite being accustomed to arriving early."

She waved her hand with gentleness and total tolerance that indicated her understanding, commenting with tenderness:

"No harm done, my dear Julie. I know you have your preoccupations; do not worry at all."

I nodded my head to her in expression of my intense gratitude for her kindness, and instantly began assisting her without wasting more time. I bent toward the large boxes filled with plants, beginning to arrange the colorful flowers with my trembling fingers, throwing away the withered leaves and flowers in successive and rapid movements to occupy my mind. In the midst of our work and silence, Mrs. Sophia looked at me with a curious look:

"Mike passed by here early this time as usual, and appeared highly frustrated because he didn’t find you in the shop."

My hand stiffened completely over a thorny rose stem, and I shook my head with extreme coldness and detachment, saying to end the idea:

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