My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 428

Chapter 428: 428/Escape Into the Dark Wine

Chapter 428

Robert’s point of view

Julie’s lips parted into a broken, venomous smirk. She cut her eyes toward me, her voice dripping with pure malice:

"Yes, Robert... what’s the problem?"

Time ground to a halt inside my head, and an inferno erupted through my ribs. I exhaled a poisonous breath, my voice turning to unforgiving iron:

"There is no sale period!.. The discussion is over."

Carlos tilted his head with a cold sneer, taking a step toward Julie to stand right beside her.

"Then Julie is just like every other girl here in the club..." he drawled ruthlessly. "...So I will buy her from you, and you’re forced to sell her to me!"

I yanked the gun from the holster beneath my jacket with lightning speed, driving the black barrel directly into the center of his forehead. My breath came in ragged, furious gasps as pure malice choked my throat:

"Listen to me, Carlos... Don’t make me blow your fucking brains out right now!"

Not a single flinch crossed his face before the weapon pressed against his skin. He simply let out a bitter, mocking laugh:

"Fine... At least my death will be over something actually worth it."

And in that insane, chaotic fraction of a second... Julie’s blood-stained hand reached out, wrapping her fingers gently around his hand—right before my eyes!

Her fingers entwined with his palm, her voice dropping soft and steady:

"That’s enough, Carlos..."

A sharp, unbearable agony split the center of my chest. I felt my heart shattering like glass beneath her feet. How could those very fingers that used to cling to me touch him with such gentleness?! How could this body find pleasure in burning me alive in front of another man?!

Carlos turned to her with a warm look, his voice rising intentionally so every word would hit my ears:

"It’s fine, Julie... If he’s asking a million dollars for you, I’ll pay him 10 million!"

"THERE IS NO SALE!.." I bellowed with a madness that rattled the very walls of the estate, my entire frame trembling violently under the weight of a lethal jealousy. "...THIS IS MY FINAL DECISION!"

Julie released Carlos’s hand with eerie calm. Turning around, she leaned her body into mine until the blood stains on her cheek brushed against my chest.

Her warm breath rose toward my ear, her voice dropping into a sharp, lethal whisper a final promise that shattered every doubt:

"You will sell me to him, Robert... Or I will make sure to confirm it was you who fucked me if you refuse."

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Julie’s POV

Time froze inside the corridor. I kept stealing glances at his dark eyes, swollen with suppressed rage.

I awaited his answer through ragged breaths, my ribs aching under the strain. I know he’s going to ignite right now... He’ll flat out refuse to sell me because his twisted pride and possessive madness would never tolerate another man’s touch on my skin.

I closed the distance between us until the scent of his cologne washed over my blood-stained face.

"What’s wrong, Robert?" I whispered, my voice dripping with pure challenge. "...Not going to answer?"

A faint, strange smile touched his thin lips a cold curve that made my stomach knot, instilling a fear a million times worse than any relief.

He cut his eyes toward Carlos, uttering in a flat, ruthless whisper:

"I agree."

My heart stopped. The world beneath my feet seemed to spin into a bottomless abyss.

Ice surged through my veins. It was all a cheap illusion... Everything I built in my mind! For one foolish, emotional second, I actually thought he loved me. I thought he craved my presence beside him and couldn’t bear to let me go.

I stumbled backward with trembling steps until my spine hit Carlos’s chest. Carlos extended both hands, steadying my shoulders as I lost my footing.

"Are you alright, Julie?" he asked, his tone thick with worry.

I couldn’t answer. My throat locked up, refusing to form a single word. My vision blurred suddenly, colors smearing into wavy streaks while my legs buckled under the weight of my exhausted body.

"Take me to my room..." I rasped out, my voice breaking under the pressure. "...Please."

Robert took a firm step toward us, stretching out a massive hand to grab me.

I thrust my blood-stained palm up right in his face, shouting in weak defiance:

"Stay away from me!"

In the next breath, Carlos leaned down and scooped me up into his arms. Even as I loathed being lifted before Robert like a helpless weakling, Carlos saved me just in time from a humiliating collapse at Robert’s feet.

We descended the staircase at a quickened pace, my head coming to rest against Carlos’s shoulder against my will.

I raised my unfocused eyes to him, my voice raw with bitter regret:

"I should have loved you from the very beginning... Not him."

Carlos didn’t answer. He maintained a somber silence, his eyes fixed firmly on the end of the hallway.

He nudged the bedroom door open with his knee, carried me inside, and set me down gently on the edge of the mattress. Dropping to one knee before me, he searched my face:

"Are you alright now?"

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