My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95: 96/Olivia’s Revenge

Chapter 96

Julie’s point of view

I entered my room with a body trembling from the adrenaline and locked the door behind me as if closing a fortress gate.

Axel was still sitting in his place, staring at the TV screen with a suspicious silence.

I threw myself onto the bed without taking off my shoes, feeling a massive weight pressing on my eyelids while my racing breaths gradually slowed, until I lost consciousness in a deep sleep.

I didn’t wake up until I felt the touch of a rough, wet tongue licking my face; I opened my eyes in terror and pushed my head back, screaming in a muffled voice:

"Axel! You scared me!"

My body hadn’t yet adjusted to the presence of this massive creature in my private space.

I muttered confusedly while rubbing my eyes:

"How long have I been asleep?"

My gaze turned to the hanging clock; it was seven in the evening. I jumped from my spot and shouted in shock:

"Oh my God! Did I sleep all this time?"

I rushed toward the bathroom with stumbling steps and leaned over the sink, splashing cold water on my face to regain my focus.

Suddenly, the door opened with a sharp creak, and the blood froze in my veins when I saw Olivia’s reflection in the mirror.

She had regained her lethal elegance; clothes carefully ironed, and hair styled precisely as if the "Pasta Massacre" had never happened.

She closed the door behind her and said in a cold tone dripping with hatred:

"I’ve come to take my revenge on you, Julie."

Before I had a chance to turn, her hand lunged like claws into my hair, and I felt a sharp pain that made my eyes water instinctively.

She pulled me with excessive force to make me kneel before the sink, while she reached with her other hand to turn on the faucet at full speed.

I watched warily as the water rose and filled the sink with a terrifying noise.

I tried desperately to pry her hand off, but she held me down with her powerful forearm as if it were a block of steel; amazement and dread took over me, and I said to myself:

"Damn... what is this woman? Where does she get this strength from?"

I screamed as I tried to resist:

"Let me go, Olivia... come on!"

She replied with icy coldness as she pressed on my neck vertebrae:

"Calm down, Julie... we haven’t even started yet."

As soon as the sink was full, she submerged my head in the water violently.

The world was cut off from me, replaced by the roar of water in my ears and a coldness that swept across my face.

I felt my lungs spasming as I tried to inhale air but found nothing but the lethal liquid.

She suddenly lifted me, and I lunged forward, gasping violently, my chest rising and falling crazily while water dripped from my hair onto my face.

She didn’t give me a moment’s respite; she submerged my head again.

This time, my ribcage contracted severely, and I felt needle-like pricks in my lungs, as if the Angel of Death were clamping his hands on my throat.

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