My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 423

Chapter 423: 423/The Curse of Poisoned Love

Chapter 423

Robert’s POV

Perhaps the employees whisper in the corridors behind my back that I am a man who has lost his mind of his own free will. Or perhaps they repeat in secret that the mafia king everyone fears has been reduced to a pathetic teenager over a little girl.

I don’t care which one of them is right. Not in the slightest.

Everything built up inside this chest revolves around Julie alone. Yet, this damn pride stands like a steel wall between me and my steps toward her forbidding me from drawing close, or resting my palm against her skin.

I used to reassure myself that she would eventually yield, that she would bow beneath my dominance.

But whenever I searched her eyes, I found nothing except a sweeping, destructive current of pure hatred and malice.

I swore to myself that I was ready to offer a forgiveness I had never granted to a single soul in my dark world on one condition. She only had to utter a single plea. Just one word asking for my forgiveness. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Instead, she stood like a violent storm, eager to tear down and destroy everything I had built without a second thought.

That exact flaw was why I pulled her brother Steve’s card and tethered his very life to her breathing. It was the same reason I brought Sara into that room right before her eyes: hoping to ignite the buried embers of jealousy in her heart, waiting for her to beg, to shatter that cold wall of silence.

Instead, she crushed every hope I held. She stood with lethal pride and declared that she had never loved me for a single day that every touch, every emotion, was nothing more than a meticulously crafted lie.

I walked out of the room that day, my body swaying under the crushing weight of ruin and despair. My mind refused to process how a man of my power and authority could be branded by that girl as a "foolish mafia king."

And how foolish I truly was. I spent the prime of my life far away from this nonsense called love. And when I finally fell into it with a ruthless madness, I chose the entirely wrong girl.

Malice sank deep into my soul. I wanted to see her pay the price. I wanted her to taste the bitterness of pain and burn in the exact same fire that scorched me.

That was why I made the decision to put her up for auction to sell her off to a paying client, forcing her to live the reality of a whore whose existence is reduced to a cheap commodity passed around between men.

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