My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 432

Chapter 432: 432/Was Never a Dream, Julie...

Chapter 432

Julie’s point of view

I shrieked bitterly, tears gathering rapidly in my eyes:

"I want to choke you to death!"

I didn’t wait for his answer; I lunged onto his chest, wrapping both my palms tight around his thick neck, clamping my fingers down with pure malice to cut off his breath.

He locked his fingers around my wrists with effortless ease, restraining my hands before I could exert real pressure, hissing out in sharp surprise as he took in my wild outburst:

"Julie!... Have you completely lost your head?!"

I fixed my pain-filled gaze onto his eyes, shouting in a choked gasp:

"I want you to die!... I want you to vanish from my life!"

His body suddenly relaxed. His thin lips curved into a charming, warm, and rare smile that melted the icy harshness off his face.

He lifted his free hand, dragging his fingers smoothly to brush the messy strands of hair away from my cheeks, his voice dropping low, dripping with passion and danger:

"I love this wild madness in you, Julie..."

Damn it!... My chest tightened violently, my lips trembling before that cursed smile. What kind of beautiful, provoking dream is this, for fuck’s sake?! Why does he seem so tender and incredible in my illusions, when in reality he’s a heartless demon?!

My grip on his neck went completely slack. I stared at him in utter disarray, whispering in a broken rasps:

"Why are you so sweet in my dreams, Robert?"

He looked down at me, a faint smile touching his lips, asking in a calm tone:

"Am I not sweet in reality?"

I shook my head violently, shouting right in his face as rage boiled inside my chest:

"No!... You’re a complete bastard! You’re an idiot, selfish, emotionless, heartless, arrogant, and..."

He cut me off in a firm voice, raising a single eyebrow:

"That’s enough!"

I stared at him in surprise, my expression softening slightly as I offered a childish, apologetic murmur:

"Did I upset you?... I didn’t mean you! You here in my dream are actually very sweet... I’m only talking about your hideous real-life version."

He narrowed his icy eyes, asking in a low voice dripping with suspicion:

"So... you don’t like me in reality?"

I shrugged my shoulders bitterly, my gaze dropping to his bare chest before I spoke:

"No... I even thought about it a lot: what if I had loved Carlos instead of you?"

In less than a heartbeat, his features froze completely! The smile vanished from his lips, his jaw clenching with terrifying rigidity as he hissed out through gritted teeth:

"What the hell did you just say?!"

I knitted my brows in confusion, my eyes scanning the corners of the room... I couldn’t wrap my head around how this dream was lasting so long, or how its details, the scent of royal oud, and the heat of his skin felt so brutally real!

I pulled my hands off his shoulders, letting out an exhausted sigh:

"Sorry... I’m going to close my eyes now, and when I open them again, you won’t be here."

I squeezed my eyelids shut, sitting there waiting for the moment of waking up and vanishing... A few seconds passed, then I opened them expectantly, only to find the exact same enraged face and dark, piercing eyes staring down at me with pure harshness!

I shut my eyes tighter, forcing my eyelids shut while repeating in my head for my mind to wake up. Suddenly, his deep voice caught me off guard, hovering agonizingly close to my ear, carrying the heat of his breath:

"This isn’t a dream, Julie..."

My eyes flew open in absolute shock, my pupils widening in a terror that paralyzed my entire body... and a deafening scream of panic ripped from my throat, shaking the entire suite!

The echo of my scream shattered through the vast suite as my chest heaved with rapid, ragged gasps, as if air had been suddenly sucked from my lungs.

In a fraction of a second, Robert’s massive palm clamped over my mouth firmly, without causing pain while the heavy weight of his body lunged over me, pinning my trembling hands onto the silk sheets, trapping my hips beneath his solid knees.

He lowered his face until only a fraction of a millimeter separated our lips, his dark eyes ablaze with a storm of suppressed rage and absolute dominance.

He hissed sharply against my skin:

"Calm the fuck down!"

I tried to break free wildly, thrashing my head side to side and shoving his arms with every ounce of my meager strength, but his grip was like steel chains.

My unfocused eyes snapped back to his burning gaze, and the blinding truth struck me like a lightning bolt: (He’s real!... This heat, this harshness, and the overwhelming scent of royal oud... None of this is an alcohol-induced delirium!)

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