My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 433

Chapter 433: 433/I was never selling you!

Chapter 433

Julie’s POV

I pressed my lips tightly together, struggling to catch my ragged breath beneath his crushing weight. He lowered his face even further, his dark eyes burning like vicious embers, hissing out in a sharp, lethal tone:

"You’re not leaving until you tell me who the fuck Ethan is!"

I raised my trembling hands, feebly trying to push his chest away, shouting in a voice unsteady with fear and utter panic:

"It’s not what you think!... It’s not whatever fucked-up idea is running through your head!"

His left jaw clenched with terrifying rigidity, his fist tightening over the sheet beside my head until the silk threads snapped under the force. He declared in a dry, threatening rasp:

"You better start talking right now, because what I’m thinking right now will burn this entire club down over everyone’s fucking heads!"

I couldn’t take this suffocating pressure for another second. A deafening scream tore from my throat, shaking the four corners of the room as burning tears spilled relentlessly down my cheeks:

"Enough!... Enough, for God’s sake! You have no fucking right to ask me about anything!"

I dragged in a ragged breath with immense effort, shoving his solid chest with every bit of my strength, completing with a throat-slitting bitterness:

"You especially have no right... because you were going to sell me!"

His icy pupils widened in absolute shock. Time froze across his features for a fraction of a second before he barked out, dripping with outrage and pure indignation:

"You crazy fool!... I never once thought about selling you!"

I stared up at him with hollow, bleary eyes, a single word escaping my numb lips:

"What?!"

He exhaled his scorching breath right over my face, shaking his head sharply as he took in my sheer panic:

"I don’t know what the hell you heard with that twisted mind of yours that day, but I never intended to sell you!... Am I fucking insane to do that to a woman who belongs to me?!"

I shook my head in violent denial, tears washing over my face:

"I heard you with my own ears talking to him and..."

He cut me off with a voice as sharp as a blade, heavy with raw frustration and bitterness:

"Whatever you heard was something entirely fucking different!... I was never negotiating over you, and I was never selling you!"

I tried to thrash wildly beneath him, shouting in wretched defiance:

"Get off me, you liar!"

His dark eyes narrowed, his sharp hiss brushing my trembling lips:

"You think I’m lying to you, Julie?!"

I squeezed my eyes shut, choking back a sob as I answered:

"Yes!... You’re lying!"

His movements instantly froze. A harsh, impenetrable coldness washed over his face, before he spoke in a unnervingly calm, terrifying tone:

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