My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 393

Chapter 393: 393/The Only Man I Ever Loved

Chapter 393

Julie’s POV

Mike tore through the darkness of the road in a silent frenzy, not uttering a single word the entire way until the wheels ground to a halt with a slight, violent jolt in front of my house. I wrapped myself in that sheet in bitter humiliation, feeling a burning shame clawing at my insides. I had never wanted my fucking Jake to be exposed to anyone, not Stella and certainly not Mike. But the cards were already on the table now; there was no longer any room to hide it.

Mike climbed out of his seat with heavy steps and flung the back door open for me, his features rigid. He uttered a single, curt word:

"Get out."

I stepped down from the car with trembling limbs, almost tripping over the hem of that cursed sheet which shackled both my movement and my dignity. I scurried toward the doorstep with breathless steps, reaching my shaking hand under the clay flowerpot to retrieve the spare key. Quickly unlocking the door, I stepped inside. Mike swept in immediately behind me with long strides, shutting the door firmly behind him before turning to me. He muttered in a low, dry tone:

"Go put some clothes on... then come back so we can talk."

I shot him a brief glance as he walked toward the wooden sofa in the living room, sinking onto it heavily with an overwhelming weight of worry. I hurried to my bedroom, slid his woolen jacket off my shoulders, and threw the white sheet to the floor in disgust. I pulled a comfortable cotton pajama set from my wardrobe and threw it on in a rush.

Taking a deep breath to reclaim my composure, I walked out and sat beside him on the same sofa, leaving a deliberate distance between us.

Mike slowly turned to face me, anchoring his lifeless gaze deep into my green eyes. He asked in a choked voice:

"Do you actually love him, Julie?"

Staring back into the depths of his eyes with rigid resolve, I said in a dry, unwavering tone:

"Absolutely not."

His jaw tightened in pain. He asked in a hushed whisper:

"Does Steve know what is going on between you two?"

I curled my lips in a negative shake of my head.

"He doesn’t know a thing."

He nodded slowly, letting out a heavy, frustrated sigh.

"Fine, then."

I adjusted my posture, staring down at my clasped hands with anxiety, and whispered with faint gratitude:

"Thank you for bringing me back here."

Mike let out a bitter, mocking laugh dripping with pure agony. He stared at the ceiling in defeat, his voice shaking:

"I suppose I’ll never be anything more in your eyes than a pathetic nobody... someone whose entire role is restricted to driving you home, or to that cursed hotel where you sing and steal men’s hearts, Julie."

I knit my brows, hiding my underlying emotion, and spoke softly:

"Mike... you are my friend, and you know how much you mean to me."

He leaned his torso forward, his eyes narrowing with a burning reproach as he hissed in a low whisper:

"And did you know about my feelings and my love for you from the very beginning?"

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