My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87: 88/Involuntary appointment

Chapter 88:

Robert’s Point of View

She fell silent for a moment, her pupils moving rapidly as if she were searching for an exit amidst the wreckage of her thoughts, then she said in a husky voice:

"I told you... I am the one who did it... I slapped myself."

I repeated in total disbelief, my eyes never leaving the traces of redness:

"And why?"

She averted her gaze from me and said with a bitterness that coated her voice:

"Because I did something for which I deserve to punish myself."

I looked deep into her green eyes, which were bloodshot and betrayed a bitter crying spell she had endured before I entered.

Everything inside me went still except for the echo of her word, and I muttered in astonishment:

"Punishment?!"

She uttered her words as if throwing a bomb in my face:

"Because I kissed you... I punished myself."

At that moment, I felt a sudden slackening in my body’s muscles, and my chest tightened so much that breathing became heavy;

I couldn’t comprehend that she had harmed her beauty and humiliated her delicate skin because of that lie.

I said in a voice that faded from sheer amazement:

"Really? For a kiss, you slapped yourself, Julie?"

She nodded and answered with a coldness that broke my heart:

"Yes."

This honest confession made me lose control over my cold mask;

I felt a sting of regret gnawing at my insides because I was the cause of this pain,

and because my manipulation of her had reached the point where she would raise her hand against herself.

I could no longer stand to see that look of brokenness, so I said in a low voice:

"You... you didn’t kiss me."

She knitted her brows and looked at me with suspicion, saying as she tried to pull her face away:

"Don’t try to go easy on me now."

I tightened my grip more gently on her cheek and said firmly:

"I am not... it’s the truth."

Features of shock began to appear on her face as she gradually regained her focus, and she asked me in a bewildered tone:

"Then why did you say I did?"

I let go of her face and turned my gaze away from her, a bitter smile that carried not a single shred of mirth forming on my lips, and I said:

"I took advantage of your memory loss regarding that night... and I wanted to enjoy seeing you floundering in your confusion."

As soon as I spoke the truth, she regained her tone, sharp as a blade; her body jerked, and she screamed in my face while trembling with rage:

"You are mentally deranged! You made me hate myself and despise my existence because of a soft lie of your invention!"

I tried to regain my sarcastic mask to hide the struggle tearing me apart from the inside, and said with false coldness while shrugging my shoulders with indifference:

"It was an entertaining lie... don’t you think?"

She took a step toward me, her body shaking from intense resentment, and said in a tone dripping with disgust:

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