My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84: 85/The Chains of Dignity

Chapter 85:

Olivia’s Point of View

Julie screamed while she was still sprawled on the floor, her voice trembling with intense oppression:

"You low-life bitch! What are you doing?"

I watched her coldly as she struggled to rise; her knees were shaking, and her eyes burned with desperate rage.

She raised her weak hand in an attempt to return the slap, completely ignoring the difference in strength between us,

but I lunged at her wrist with annoyance and gripped it like an iron shackle.

I didn’t give her room to breathe; instead, I swung my other hand to land on her cheek with a second, even more powerful slap, making her body stagger and lose its balance once more.

I spotted the glint of tears that were frozen in her sockets, refusing to fall out of pride.

I approached her and whispered with a terrifying hiss while fixing my gaze on her broken eyes:

"We’ll see now if you have ’Sarah’s immunity,’ Julie... Will you go to him crying? Will you tell Mr. Robert that I hit you?"

I drew a malicious smile and continued in a defiant tone:

"But remember... if you do that and complain to him, it means an admission from you that you are his property, and that you are having sex with him in exchange for this protection... just like Sarah. So, does your dignity allow you to become his new whore?"

Julie’s body stiffened completely upon hearing these words, as if the psychological slap was more painful than the physical one.

A heavy silence hung over the room, broken by Sarah, who was watching the scene in total disbelief, her face turning pale.

Sarah took a step back, looking at Julie with wide eyes, and asked in a tone carrying a muffled terror:

"Julie... are you and Robert..."

She stopped suddenly as if the words choked in her throat, then completed with a trembling whisper:

"Are you together?"

The color of Julie’s face changed in mere seconds; red invaded her cheeks from anger, while she turned pale yellow from the horror of the shock, then faded into a deep purple.

Her eyes widened in shock while she still cupped her red, swollen cheek with her trembling fingers, trying to soothe the effect of the two slaps that had left their marks clearly on her skin.

She said in a voice fragmented by the intensity of agitation as she looked at Sarah:

"What are you saying, Sarah? Are you crazy?"

Then she turned toward me sharply, the glint of her intelligence shining behind her suppressed tears, and said in a shaky voice:

"You wanted to create this entire theatrical play just to make sure I wouldn’t tell your damned master, didn’t you?"

At that moment, I drew a cold smile of victory; yes, she never disappointed me.

She read my thoughts accurately, and I knew for certain that her "ridiculous" self-esteem and dignity would be the chains preventing her from resorting to Robert.

Julie continued, straightening her posture and trying to regain her wounded pride:

"There was no need for this at all... for I don’t tell that monster anything, and I will know very well how to take my revenge from you, Olivia... in my own way."

Despite my confidence in how sacred her dignity was to her, I needed this physical and verbal confirmation from her.

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