My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42: 42/Are you real?

Chapter 42

Julie’s point of view

"Yes," she continued with a painful numbness:

"And one time I decided I couldn’t take it anymore, so I ran... but he found me every time I hid.He kept haunting me like my shadow until I arrived here, to Mr. Robert’s kingdom. And now, I live in comfort and safety... at least here I know there are walls protecting me from that monster."

I felt a deep sorrow tearing my heart for her.

It is difficult to escape the danger that threatens your life, and to preserve it you sacrifice your freedom.

To her, this prison had become her only fortress. I said to her in a low voice:

"I’m truly sorry for you, Sarah."

She smiled a faint smile, the smile of a woman who had forgotten the taste of freedom, and said:

"It’s okay, Julie... it’s been five years already. I’ve started to forget my old life."

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Five years?

"Five years! Oh, that’s such a long time..."

I looked around the room, thinking to myself: Will I become like her after five years? Will I get so used to these emerald walls that I’ll forget my own name...

I continued my conversation, trying to grasp the system of this place:

"But the rooms here are empty, Sarah... I opened five rooms before I found you, and they were all completely vacant."

Sarah replied calmly as she straightened her red dress:

"Because there is a major party today... the other girls must be there now, displaying themselves to the customers."

I immediately remembered the moment I left the stage; surely after my performance ended, the real "trading" of the girls began. I asked her in confusion, suspicion creeping in:

"And you... why didn’t you go with them?"

She tilted her head slightly and said with a strange tone of pride:

"Because I am special."

"What does that mean?"

I asked with trepidation.

She replied, her features showing clear happiness and satisfaction as if she were talking about a great achievement:

"I belong to Mr. Robert only... I am not for sale to anyone, and no customer has the right to touch me. I am his alone."

I was so shocked that the words flew out of my mouth without thinking:

"Are you... his lover?"

Sarah laughed a loud laugh that rang through the room, but it was a laugh devoid of any joy, tinged with a biting sarcasm as she said:

"Oh, Julie... you’re really funny! Mr. Robert’s world has no such thing as ’love’ or a ’lover’... I am just his girl whom he beds whenever he wishes."

A wave of disgust washed over me. I couldn’t help myself, so I said sharply:

"Please... why do you call that scoundrel ’Mr.’? We are alone here."

She smiled sadly and replied:

"I’ve gotten used to it, Julie... it’s in my blood now. I can’t call him by his bare name even when I’m alone with myself."

I looked at her intently, searching for any trace of dignity in her eyes, and asked in a low voice:

"And does he treat you well, at least?"

She replied with a coldness that killed me:

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