My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 434

Chapter 434: 434/A Four-Year Delayed Proposal

Chapter 434

Julie’s point of view

His dark gaze stayed glued to the highway, his dry voice dripping with absolute resolve:

"I’m going to prove to you that that damned phone call wasn’t what your naive brain twisted it to be!"

I squeezed the leather seat, speaking with a bitterness echoing with heartbreak:

"You sold me, Robert!... You sold me to that cursed man!"

He turned his sharp profile toward me, exhaling a toxic breath as he asked in a chest-crushing reproach:

"For fuck’s sake, Julie!... Do you honestly believe I sold you?!"

I locked my gaze onto his icy eyes, hurling a defiant challenge:

"You were the one sleeping with me... weren’t you?!"

His steel fingers tightened around the steering wheel until his knuckles turned stark white. He answered in a low, scorching hiss, dripping with lethal obsession and possessiveness:

"Of course it was fucking me!... And no one else in this godforsaken world! Do you honestly think I would ever allow a single living creature on this earth to touch a single inch of your skin?!"

My thoughts tangled violently into a dizzying blur. My hands trembled as I clutched the seatbelt tight.

Was it truly possible that all those lost years, all that unbearable hell I swallowed down, were nothing more than an illusion a fatal, tragic misunderstanding?! Did I throw away four whole years apart from him, battling grief and devastation, over a phone call I completely misinterpreted?!

The car screeched to a sudden halt before a massive iron gate rising like an impenetrable fortress. The gates swung open smoothly, and the Rolls-Royce glided down a paved driveway framed by sprawling gardens, finally stopping before a grand mansion anchored by towering marble columns.

I turned to him in complete disarray, my voice trembling:

"Where are we?"

He fixed his steel eyes on me, answering in a dry, dead-serious tone:

"My home."

I knitted my brows in confusion, looking out at the sheer grandeur around us:

"And what the hell am I doing at your home?"

He stepped out of the car without answering, shutting his door with a heavy thud:

"To show you the proof."

I reached out and pushed my car door open. Before my bare foot could graze the chilly stone of the driveway, his steel arms reached inside, hoisting me up against his broad chest with astonishing ease once again!

I swatted his rigid shoulder, panicked and flustered:

"Am I a little child?! Put me down!"

His gaze dropped down to mine, the corners of his lips curving into a mocking, warm curve as he held me tightly, his voice dropping into a low, deep rumble:

"You’re my child."

I exhaled a sharp breath, losing my patience:

"Stop the nonsense, Robert!"

He took long, sweeping strides toward the mansion’s entrance, whispering close to my ear:

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