My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37: 37/Shocking song

Chapter 37:

Julie’s Perspective

Robert opened the massive door, and I felt a sudden tightening in my heart; it wasn’t just a door, it was the boundary between my small prison and the world Robert wanted to exhibit me in.

I took my first step inside, and Robert followed behind with his steady, confident strides.

The hall was teeming with life in a provocative way; the chairs were filled with men exhaling the scent of obscene wealth and absolute power.

I began walking toward the stage, my back straight, praying silently that my feet wouldn’t betray me or trip over these high heels, causing myself embarrassment in front of these monsters.

I ascended the wooden stage stairs, where I found a small four-piece band tuning their instruments, waiting for me. I said to myself with bitter irony,

"Oh Robert... you truly care about every detail to make your show perfect."

I turned to face the audience, and my gaze collided with the front row.

There, Carlos Mendoza sat with his usual majesty, clutching his golden cane, wearing a luxurious navy suit befitting his status.

He was smiling at me a mysterious smile, as if he saw in me a successful investment.

As for the rest of the men, they were staring at me with a strange hunger, as if they had never seen a woman before,

or perhaps because the mask and the restored green dress made me look like a conquest they hadn’t yet managed to occupy.

Robert walked with firm steps and sat beside Carlos in the front row, crossing one leg over the other, watching me with hawk-like eyes.

Now, everyone was silent... everyone was waiting.

I froze in my place for a moment, my mind racing frantically:

What should I sing? Robert asked for a romantic song, but my heart refused to sing of love in a place where human beings are sold.

Suddenly, and without warning, the song "Unstoppable" by Sia crossed my mind a song that doesn’t talk about roses, but about strength, about endurance, and about being "unbreakable."

I nodded to the pianist, and the first notes began to flow... they were strong, confident, and rhythmic in a way that suggested readiness for battle.

I breathed deeply, filling my lungs with air as if it were my last breath, then closed my eyes for a single second before releasing it that voice that had dazzled Robert before.

"I’ll put my armor on, show you how strong I am"

I began to sing, my voice coming out with a raspy edge of power and defiance.

I felt Robert’s gaze piercing through my golden mask; he sat in the front row, monitoring every movement of my lips.

This was not the delicate romantic song the audience expected; it was not a song that succumbed to their desires, but a loud declaration of war.

"I’m unstoppable, I’m a Porsche with no brakes"

When I reached the chorus, my voice rose to fill every corner of the hall; I felt as if the crystal chandeliers were trembling.

I opened my eyes and fixed them directly on Robert.

I was telling him through Sia’s words: I don’t need your pity, and I don’t need your protection; I am my own shield. I saw signs of astonishment etched on the men’s faces;

Carlos Mendoza stopped smiling and leaned forward with intense interest, while Robert... I saw his grip tighten on the armrest of his chair.

This wasn’t the "merchandise" he wanted to display; it was a volcano about to erupt.

"I’m so powerful, I don’t need batteries to play"

I moved across the stage with confident steps.

Although I had sung many times on high school stages, I felt a different kind of victory at this moment. I was no longer Julie the prisoner; I was Julie "The Unstoppable."

My voice trembled with a calculated force a strength that tears could not break, but only sharpen.

I directed my gaze at Robert while repeating the lyrics that described my situation and the state of this damned club:

"I’ll do it ’til the sun goes down and all through the night time"

I meant him, and I meant myself; I will continue in this role, in this mask, and in this false steadfastness as long as this is my fate with you.

Then I moved closer to the microphone and whispered with a tone of bitter irony that stunned the audience:

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, I’ll tell you what you wanna hear"

Yes, Robert, I will play the role of the "obedient jewel," I will tell you what satisfies your vanity, but I will only do what my head tells me...

"Keep my sunglasses on while I shed a tear.. It’s never the right time"

I will never cry in front of you, Robert. You will never see my breakdown; I will never grant you that pleasure.

The song ended, and the echo of the music faded, leaving me standing under the spotlight.

The hall was plunged into a haunting silence; even Robert didn’t move a muscle, staring at me as if he were seeing Julie for the first time... not as merchandise, but as a hurricane he could not contain.

Suddenly, Carlos Mendoza broke the silence by striking his cane against the floor, and began to clap slowly... one, two, three, until the entire hall exploded with applause.

I fixed my sight on Robert; he was the only one who didn’t clap.

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