My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 46

Chapter 46: 47/Sold

Chapter 47

Julie’s Point of View

The clock had struck nine in the morning. For the first time since my arrival here, I saw signs of satisfaction on the nurse’s face; perhaps because, to my own surprise, I hadn’t tried to tear the bandage off my face all night.

She told me in a reassuring tone that the wound was minor and its trace would disappear completely within a few days.

I rose from the bed with a strange sense of lightness and headed toward the breakfast table.

Hunger had taken such a toll on me that I devoured everything placed before me without thinking, until I felt like my stomach would burst.

It was as if my body were gathering its strength against my will to fight a battle I didn’t know when it would begin.

I changed my clothes, choosing black pants and a black shirt, as if declaring a silent mourning for my freedom.

I stretched out on the bed and picked up a book, trying to escape between its lines, but the silence did not last long.

The door opened, and a brown skinned woman in her thirties entered; she was short and wearing the official maid’s uniform.

She began cleaning the room with her vacuum cleaner, filling the place with a monotonous noise.

I watched her mechanical movements while lying down, until she stopped and looked at me, saying in a practical tone:

"I want your dirty clothes for washing."

I nodded toward the bathroom and said:

"They are in there."

She entered the bathroom, gathered the clothes, and then left quietly. At that moment, I couldn’t stop myself; I laughed with bitterness and shock.

How strange and hideous this place is! They provide you with a royal suite, the finest clothes, and the most delicious dishes, and they send someone to clean up after you and wash your clothes, surrounding you with every manifestation of luxury... except they forget one truth: that all this brilliance doesn’t change the fact that this place is merely a prison, and that I am nothing but a prisoner in a gilded cage.

Memories of yesterday seeped into my imagination like slow poison; I remembered Sarah talking about this place as if it were paradise, and how she praised that bastard and claimed to love him.

I felt nauseous again, and the image of Robert looming over me haunted my breath, making the walls of the room tighten around me.

I whispered to myself bitterly:

"Damn you, you prick... you’ve made me wish for death over staying alive here."

At that moment, the door opened and Olivia entered in her short blue skirt and white shirt, saying in an unusually calm tone:

"Good morning, Julie."

I froze in my place; I couldn’t believe she was greeting me, and more surprisingly, she called me by my name instead of "wild sow." I answered with confusion and caution:

"Good morning."

Olivia wasted no time on pleasantries, but suddenly asked as she paced the room:

"When was the last time you had your period?"

The question shocked my thoughts, and I replied quickly:

"What?!"

She continued coldly while writing her notes:

"You heard me... your period, when was it?"

A suffocating confusion overwhelmed me; why did she care about something so private? I answered her while trying to gather my scattered self:

"Twelve days ago... but why are you asking?"

I saw her write the number on a paper, then she said in a practical tone dripping with cruelty:

"So we know the days you are available for sale, Julie... it’s obvious."

I swallowed hard, and felt a coldness running through my limbs:

"But... I will not be sold, do you understand?"

Olivia smiled a yellow smile and said:

"Yes... we’ll see about that."

Then she took a small box out of her pocket and placed it coldly on the table:

"This is a box of condoms, leave it here. As for the birth control pills, the nurse will come daily to give you one."

In that moment, I felt as if time had stopped, and the walls of the room began to close in on my chest to crush it. I couldn’t comprehend the vileness of what she was saying.

I screamed at her in hysterical anger:

"I won’t take any pills! And get that disgusting thing out of my room right now!"

Olivia turned to me, and with biting sarcasm asked:

"What? Do you want to become pregnant?"

I stood up, blood boiling in my veins like a volcano, feeling an overwhelming urge to shatter everything surrounding me.

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