My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 367

Chapter 367: 367/I Will Ruin Your Fucking Fun

Chapter 366:

Stella’s POV

I stood frozen in deep hesitation on the doorstep of Julie’s house. The cold wood under my palm made me pause for long, agonizing seconds. Before I could even lift my hand to knock, a sudden, sharp spike of curiosity completely overtook me, pushing me to sneak a peek first and see exactly what the hell Jake was up to.

I wheeled around with light, silent steps, heading toward the other side of the house where the window to Jake’s room was located. I pressed my face tight against the glass, peering in with heavy anticipation, but the space was swallowed by a pitch-black darkness. Not a single trace of movement stirred inside.

"Maybe he’s not in his room right now," I muttered to myself, a faint wave of disappointment washing over my chest. Then, another idea flashed through my mind, instantly sparking my excitement: "Why don’t I surprise Julie instead? Maybe I can play a little prank and scare the absolute hell out of her."

Moving with extreme caution and fluid softness, I crept toward the window directly facing Julie’s room.

Strands of warm yellow light sliced clearly through the glass, breaking the dark blanket of the night. I began to walk on the tips of my toes, fiercely careful not to make a single sound or movement that might tip her off to my presence outside. I pressed my back flat against the freezing concrete wall to gather my courage, then tilted my head with excruciating slowness to take a careful look inside.

In that exact, goddamn second, the blood instantly curdled in my veins and my entire body went completely paralyzed from a shock that struck my brain like a bolt of lightning. Jake and Julie were standing right by the bed, locked in a deep, violent, and utterly terrifying kiss that overflowed with a monstrous passion.

I yanked my back away from the glass with a violent tremor, stumbling several frantic steps away from the window as if a massive electrical current had just blasted through my frame and robbed the oxygen straight from my lungs. I panted heavily, struggling to draw a breath, feeling like the air had been completely severed from my burning chest. I couldn’t even breathe properly.

"Jake... and Julie, what the absolute hell?!" I whispered the two names with lips that shook uncontrollably, while my brain fiercely and stubbornly refused to believe what my own two eyes had just witnessed in that cursed room.

At that exact moment, I felt my heart literally tear apart, shattering and bleeding into a million jagged pieces inside my chest. I fought with every single ounce of my strength and pride to choke back the scalding tears.

I forced myself not to break down or let out a scream of pure agony and betrayal that would completely expose me, especially at a time like this. I clamped my slender hands into tight, white-knuckled fists, grinding my teeth together so hard they audibly grated.

"Stella... pull your goddamn self together," I choked out in a suffocating whisper. "Do not break down right now. At least not fucking now."

Reassembling the shattered pieces of my soul with monumental effort, I marched back toward the front door with stiff, aggressive strides. I pounded on the wood with a hard, unyielding force, a black, toxic hatred and absolute determination hardening inside my chest: *I am never going to let them get what they want this easily. I am going to ruin your fucking fun.*

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