My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 396

Chapter 396: 396/Sold Out for the Third Time

Chapter 396

Julie’s POV

Time was frozen. In that single, godforsaken second, Robert stood commanding the room with his towering, suffocating presence, locking his gaze on me. My eyes dilated in sheer terror as a single sentence repeated in my head like the tolling of a death knell: *He found me. Robert actually found me.* The deceptive calm in his dark eyes had completely vanished, replaced by a burning, poisonous malice unlike anything I had ever seen before.

His jaw clenched hard. When he spoke, his voice dripped with an aggressive contempt that shook the very walls of the room.

"Did you run away for this pathetic piece of trash?"

My mind went entirely blank. A sudden, paralyzing wave of horror washed over me as I realized what his twisted mind was thinking. He saw Steve on the bed with me and assumed my brother was my new lover. Steve lurched forward to defend me, but with a swift, lethal movement, Robert aimed the barrel of his black handgun directly at his head, ready to pull the trigger. Without thinking, I threw my entire body over Steve to shield him, screaming in a breathless panic.

"He’s my brother, for God’s sake! He’s my brother!"

The corner of Robert’s mouth curved into a cold, mocking half-smile, and he spoke in a low voice that chilled me to the bone.

"The filthy lies you constantly spin and throw in my face... they won’t work tonight, Julie."

I gripped Steve’s shirt in terror, crying out in a desperate plea.

"I swear to you, he really is my brother!"

But his features remained frozen, completely devoid of belief. I watched in horror as his finger began to tighten on the trigger, ready to empty a bullet into Steve’s skull. Just then, heavy, frantic footsteps echoed from the hallway, and my father stumbled into the room, looking completely disheveled. Even though my shattered mind couldn’t comprehend why my father would be here at this hour, I clung to his presence like a lifeline, screaming at the top of my lungs.

"Ask my father! Ask him, for hell’s sake, and he’ll tell you!"

Robert slowly turned his head, cautiously training his weapon on my father. My father’s eyes darted between us in absolute shock, finally landing on my brother.

"Steve?" he gasped, his voice trembling.

He surely hadn’t laid eyes on Steve since my brother fled the hell of our old home as a young boy. I cried out, tears streaming down my face.

"Tell him, Father, for God’s sake! Tell him who Steve is right now!"

My father swallowed hard, his voice coming out weak and dry.

"He’s... he’s my son."

I quickly whipped my head back to Robert, locking my green eyes with his dark ones as a wave of bitter defeat and anger washed over me.

"Do you see it with your own eyes now?!" I spat. "I told you the truth!"

Robert slowly lowered his hand, pointing the barrel of his gun toward the floor, though his hard expression didn’t soften in the slightest. He delivered a flat, decisive command.

"Get up."

I moved to stand, but Steve’s hand clamped tightly around my wrist in defiance. He stepped in front of me like a protective wall, glaring at Robert and shouting in raw frustration.

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