My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58: 59/New Julie

Chapter 59:

Julie’s Point of View

The cold crept into my limbs and my voice trembled as I tried to process the impact of her words:

"Did they give me this jewelry because they... because they want me?"

Olivia’s smile widened to reveal blatant malice as she said:

"Yes, they are racing to snatch your virginity, little one."

At that moment, I saw nothing in the velvet boxes but expensive shackles.

I rushed toward the table, and with a hysterical motion, I threw the boxes toward the floor.

Diamond-encrusted necklaces scattered, and gold rings and precious earrings rolled over the carpet.

The jewelry had barely settled on the floor when I felt Olivia’s hand dig violently into my wet hair.

She pulled my head back with a force that made my scream catch in my throat, and hissed in my ear:

"What do you think you’re doing, you idiot?"

I clung to her forearm, trying to ease the pressure on my scalp, and cried out bitterly:

"No one will touch me... I won’t let them, no matter what happens!"

She tightened her grip further, and I felt as if the bones of my skull would shatter as she snarled:

"These pieces are worth a fortune, and you are too insignificant to realize their value!"

"I don’t want them! Take them away from me!"

I screamed at her, tears burning my eyes, then followed it sharply:

"Leave me, you wretch!"

Suddenly, she pulled me down with force, and my body hit the hard floor violently.

She released my hair and stood towering over me with a look of superiority, saying as she adjusted the hem of her dress:

"This is so you think twice before you dare lay a hand on me again."

She turned and left the room with haughty steps,

leaving me amidst the glittering wreckage, gathering the pieces of myself while the sound of the door slamming still rang in my ears.

I looked at those shiny pieces scattered around my feet and felt a loathing fill my gut.

I whispered to myself in a raspy but firm voice:

"I will not be a commodity whose price is traded between hands."

I stood up with a body shaking from the impact of the fall and headed toward the bathroom.

I took out the hair dryer and stood there amidst its noise until my hair strands were completely dry.

I put on the black waitress outfit; the fabric wrapped around my body like a shroud for my old ambitions.

I looked at the clock; it was one in the afternoon, and the time was still long before the hell would begin, but I wanted to face my fate prepared.

I stood before the mirror, contemplating the stranger staring back at me from behind the glass, then moved with mechanical steps toward the desk.

I pulled out a white paper, gripped the pen tightly, and began to pour out the bitterness inside my heart:

"To the old Julie:

I know very well that you don’t like hurting anyone, and that you lived with a pure heart and principles that refused to be crossed.

But today I tell you that you are forced... forced to choose between your survival and the soul of a stranger you do not know.

Remember... your mother did not love you despite all your pleas, and your father did not look at you despite all you provided.

Only the memory of (Steve) was sincere, but even he left, as if love is a forbidden land for you.

You stood firm in the face of cruelty, but they weren’t satisfied; they turned your body into a bond to pay their debts.

Your father, who was created to protect you, was the first to offer you for sale to be just a whore,

and when he had a chance to get you back, he sold you again without blinking an eye.

You now have one chance to avoid falling into the arms of strangers, which is to throw someone else into the darkness of prison.

I know that at this moment you will kill every ounce of goodness and kindness within you, but you must learn how to be selfish... choose yourself, Julie, always and forever.

From: The New Julie"

I put the pen down, and felt a strange coldness running through my limbs.

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