My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 426

Chapter 426: 426/I Know It Was You

Chapter 423

Julie’s POV

When the heavy door clicked shut and the echo of his footsteps vanished into the corridor, I remained frozen in my place, utterly stripped of the power to move.

My mind began retracing every touch, every burning kiss, and the terrifying, uncontrollable response of my body to every subtle slide of his fingers. It cannot be a simple illusion or a cursed coincidence... I am completely certain it was Robert. It was him beyond a shadow of a doubt.

He had simply realized at the very last second that I had uncovered his dirty game, and he had weaponized that bizarre Mexican accent to drive me into a mental breakdown to force me into believing I had turned into a whore submitting to complete strangers.

I lost all sense of time kneeling there on the cold floorboards, my hands bound tightly behind my back and darkness cloaking my eyes, until the door swung open once more.

His harsh, unforgiving voice reverberated through the empty space:

"Ah, Julie... Did he leave you like an animal again?"

I gritted my teeth, lifting my blindfolded face toward the sound. "Unbind my hands..." I commanded firmly, "...and take off this cloth!"

He closed the distance between us with heavy, measured steps, leaning down to untie the black fabric over my eyes. The sudden invasion of light blinded me for a split second, and as the cloth fell away, a rich wave of Royal Oud hit my senses that sharp, intoxicating fragrance that had intoxicated my mind in the past.

Julie... he is trying to trick you again! I warned myself in silent defiance. He sprayed his signature cologne just to make you believe he wasn’t standing here touching you moments ago.

He towered over me, sliding his hands deep into his trouser pockets as he looked down with icy detachment. "How I love seeing you like this..." he drawled coldly, "...naked, bound, and humiliated."

"Unbind my hands," I repeated, my tone as flat as stone.

He stepped behind me, undoing the fabric strap around my wrists. The moment my hands were freed, I pushed myself up from the floor, grabbed the cotton shirt and shorts from the mattress, and pulled them on with bold efficiency, refusing to grant him even a glance.

He tilted his head slightly, his lips curling into a sharp sneer. "I see you’ve grown quite accustomed to being a whore."

Fastening the last button, I locked my eyes onto his frozen gaze. "Are you upset?"

"Not at all," he shot back instantly, his tone devoid of any concern.

I took a step forward, my voice unwavering: "I know it was you who fucked me a moment ago."

His gaze widened for a fraction of a second before he let out a low, mocking laugh. "A truly hilarious joke."

"For God’s sake, Robert!..." I took another step toward him, cutting off the space between us. "...Do you really think I’m that stupid? Do you think I’d actually believe you weren’t the man fucking me just minutes ago?"

His lips twisted into a dry, cold sneer. "You have completely lost your mind, Julie. You’re spewing pure illusions."

"I am certain it was you!" I shouted, the fire rising in my chest. "Your touches, your kisses, your madness... I know every single detail by heart!"

He crossed his arms tightly over his chest, his tone dripping with blatant mockery. "Really? You remember my touches and kisses with such precision after four whole years?"

I raised my head, staring him down. "Yes. I remember them perfectly."

He let out an impatient exhale, his expression turning to pure steel. "How pathetic you are, Julie!"

A broken, defiant smile touched my lips. "All that matters... is that I know for a fact it was you."

He took a sharp step closer, his voice laced with stern authority. "You cannot remember something that happened four years ago, Julie. You are imagining things that don’t exist."

I stood my ground, staring into his sharp, unforgiving features. Does he genuinely think I forgot how he used to kiss me or touch me? Does he think four years are enough to erase my body’s memory?

Yet, in that exact second, a cold shiver ran through my chest. I felt an urgent, desperate need to be absolutely certain to prove it beyond a doubt to him, and to myself.

"What happened?" his provoking voice cut through my racing thoughts. "Were you wishing it had actually been me with you?"

He let out a soft, arrogant laugh, leaning in slightly. "I genuinely pity you."

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