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My father sold me to the Mafia King

Chapter 82 - 83/Bitter Droplets of Safety · Oct 30, 2026

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51 Chapter 51 - 52/The father’s Dark Legacy 2026-10-30
52 Chapter 52 - 53/Unexpected Visitor 2026-10-30
53 Chapter 53 - 54/Who will you choose? 2026-10-30
54 Chapter 54 - 55/vibration control 2026-10-30
55 Chapter 55 - 56/Under his weight 2026-10-30
56 Chapter 56 - 57/The price of freedom 2026-10-30
57 Chapter 57 - 58/Precious gifts 2026-10-30
58 Chapter 58 - 59/New Julie 2026-10-30
59 Chapter 59 - 60/No One Leaves 2026-10-30
60 Chapter 60 - 61/Task execution day 2026-10-30
61 Chapter 61 - 62/Collision 2026-10-30
62 Chapter 62 - 63/The Door to the Abyss 2026-10-30
63 Chapter 63 - 64/First alcoholic drink 2026-10-30
64 Chapter 64 - 65/Fortress cracks 2026-10-30
65 Chapter 65 - 66/A bitter awakening 2026-10-30
66 Chapter 66 - 67/A crime committed right before my eyes 2026-10-30
67 Chapter 67 - 68/You’re exaggerating 2026-10-30
68 Chapter 68 - 69/An unforgettable night 2026-10-30
69 Chapter 69 - 70/Forbidden Touch 2026-10-30
70 Chapter 70 - 71/The Uninvited Guest 2026-10-30
71 Chapter 71 - 72/The Scent of Obsession 2026-10-30
72 Chapter 72 - 73/The Miracle of Ruin 2026-10-30
73 Chapter 73 - 74/The Trap of Hope 2026-10-30
74 Chapter 74 - 75/Did something really happen between us? 2026-10-30
75 Chapter 75 - 76/The Funeral Song 2026-10-30
76 Chapter 76 - 77/Not Like the Others 2026-10-30
77 Chapter 77 - 78/The Bitter Sweetness 2026-10-30
78 Chapter 78 - 79/A Version of Her 2026-10-30
79 Chapter 79 - 80/No One Keeps Their Mind 2026-10-30
80 Chapter 80 - 81/First kiss 2026-10-30
81 Chapter 81 - 82/Danger and safety in the same body 2026-10-30
82 Chapter 82 - 83/Bitter Droplets of Safety 2026-10-30
83 Chapter 83 - 84/The Immunity of Shame 2026-10-30
84 Chapter 84 - 85/The Chains of Dignity 2026-10-30
85 Chapter 85 - 86/The Lifeline Under the Rock 2026-10-30
86 Chapter 86 - 87/The Master’s Concern 2026-10-30
87 Chapter 87 - 88/Involuntary appointment 2026-10-30
88 Chapter 88 - 89/CEO Robert Cross 2026-10-30
89 Chapter 89 - 90/Internal Combustion 2026-10-30
90 Chapter 90 - 91/A Bargain with the Shadow 2026-10-30
91 Chapter 91 - 92/The Beast and the Beauty 2026-10-30
92 Chapter 92 - 93/The Underworld Threshold 2026-10-30
93 Chapter 93 - 94/Teach me how to fight 2026-10-30
94 Chapter 94 - 95/Max and Julie 2026-10-30
95 Chapter 95 - 96/Olivia’s Revenge 2026-10-30
96 Chapter 96 - 97/Fake submission 2026-10-30
97 Chapter 97 - 98/Mexican kiss 2026-10-30
98 Chapter 98 - 99/Do you like Julie? 2026-10-30
99 Chapter 99 - 100/The Ruined Moment 2026-10-30
100 Chapter 100 - 101/A Lesson in Flirting 2026-10-30

Chapter 83:

Julie’s Point of View

My chest tightened violently as if I were suffocating; that dog wasn’t just a massive animal to me, but the embodiment of an old nightmare I thought I had forgotten.

It was of the same breed that had attacked me two years ago, tearing away my peace before it tore my clothes.

I felt the black tape of my memories passing before my eyes like a blade, but a calm voice cut through the thread of my terrified thoughts.

I felt Robert’s broad palm sliding over my hair in successive, measured strokes; his movement was strange, terrifyingly gentle, as he whispered:

”Are you okay, Julie?”

At that moment, the truth flooded my consciousness like a cold wave; I was seeking refuge in him, burying my face in his chest, and clinging to his shirt as if it were my only lifeboat.

How could I seek safety in the arms of this ”monster” who was no less dangerous than his dog?

I tried to loosen my clenched fingers; I wanted to gather the remains of my dignity and push him away from me, but my body betrayed me.

I remained frozen in my place, for my fear of Axel outweighed my pride, and for some mysterious and deep reason, the warmth of his chest granted me a serenity I never expected from him.

I said in a voice that came out stuttering and husky from between my trembling lips:

”I want... I want to get out of here.”

I expected him to mock my weakness or tighten his grip on me to show me who the master is here, for he enjoys seeing me suffer, as if my internal struggle is his favorite show.

But he surprised me with a suspicious calm when he answered with a single word:

”Fine.”

He reached into his trouser pocket with a slow movement and pulled out the metallic key while I was still clinging to him like a drowning woman afraid of letting go.

He turned the key in the lock and threw the door wide open, then said in an expressionless tone:

”The door is open now.”

The moment he spoke, I suddenly let go of his shirt as if I had regained my fragmented consciousness.

I rushed out of the room with stumbling, fast steps and ran down the stairs, while my heart pounded violently against my chest as if a hidden monster were chasing me through the hallways.

I entered my room and slammed the door shut behind me, then collapsed sitting on the floor, leaning my back against the cold wood as I panted to gather my lost breath.

With every gasping inhale, the gateway of the cursed past opened to drag me back two years...

I was standing in front of that majestic mansion, wearing my favorite red sweater and simple jeans, carrying my books and papers that I had worked so hard to prepare.

I was waiting for my friend ”Jenny” in that neighborhood where only the wealthy lived, where a suspicious silence enveloped the place.

Suddenly, the wind blew fiercely, snatching my important research paper from my hands and flying it over to settle behind the fence of the neighboring garden.

I knocked on the large door loudly, but only silence answered me.

I spotted a small side door, and when I touched it, I found it open by an inch.

Curiosity mixed with necessity took hold of me, and I whispered to myself that I would go in to get the paper and be out in seconds.

I stepped over the lush green grass, and as I bent down eagerly to pick up the paper caught between the bushes, I felt a brute force snatching me from behind my sweater.

The books flew from my hands and I fell to the ground while a black, massive Doberman dug its fangs into the fabric of my sweater and pulled me back with animalistic violence.

I screamed at the top of my lungs, feeling the cold air touch my skin as the fabric tore;

I raised the remaining books to cover my face, expecting at any moment to feel his sharp teeth piercing my flesh.

I was trembling like a thread in the wind, screaming desperately:

”Help! Somebody help me!”

Salvation came when Jenny’s father’s shout rang out as he ran toward us, grabbing the dog’s collar firmly and shouting at him:

”Stop!”

Jenny rushed toward me, taking my hand to lift me off the ground while asking in a voice trembling with anxiety:

”Are you okay, Julie? Did he hurt you?”

I wasn’t able to utter a single word; my jaw was clenched from terror.

I threw myself into her arms and wept bitterly, while I tried with my hands to cover what the tear in my sweater had revealed, as my bra appeared clearly.

Her father didn’t give me time to feel shame; he quickly took off his jacket and placed it over my shoulders to cover me, saying in a gentle tone:

”You haven’t been harmed, my daughter... you are safe now.”

Reality pulled me back once more into its coldness, and my rapid breathing began to calm down gradually, but a stinging feeling of self-loathing began to rise in my chest.

How did I allow my body to seek safety in the arms of ”Robert”?

It would have been better for that dog’s fangs to devour my flesh than for me to touch his disgusting body that body which I now remembered,

with great shame, how I clung to as if I were a lost child who had found her refuge.

I raised the palm of my hand and struck my forehead hard, as if trying to expel those images from my imagination, and murmured in a low voice filled with regret:

”Stop it, you fool... you’re hallucinating, you must have lost your mind completely.”

I stood up from the cold floor with a body still shivering like a branch in the wind.

I headed toward the table and poured myself a glass of water; the edge of the glass clinked against my teeth because of the trembling of my hand, which I failed to control.

As I was swallowing the bitter gulp of water, the door suddenly opened without warning.

Olivia entered with her confident steps, and glanced at me with a scrutinizing look before placing her hand on her hip and saying in a tone that carried a mix of reproach and curiosity:

”Finally I found you! I was looking for you everywhere, and you’re hiding here?”

I placed the glass on the table carefully, trying to steady my fingers that betrayed me for a second, then took a deep breath to regain my lost balance and said coldly:

”Olivia... what do you want?”

Olivia crossed her arms over her chest, eyeing me with a scrutinizing look full of suspicion, saying:

”I want to know the nature of your work with Mr. Carlos’s nephew.”

I furrowed my brows in genuine confusion and asked her while feeling lost:

”And who is this nephew? I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

She let out a sarcastic laugh and stepped forward, narrowing her eyes:

”The young man who was cornering you against the wall, Julie... don’t try to play stupid with me!”

The blood froze in my veins; My God, the man who told me that ”Violet” resembles me is Carlos’s nephew?

I felt a sting of shock that made me mutter unconsciously:

”I didn’t know who he was.”

She wasn’t convinced by my words; instead, she closed the door behind her with a firm movement and approached me until I felt her shadow looming over me, and said in a hissing tone:

”What are you doing, Julie? And what exactly are you planning?”

I shook my head in refusal and said, trying to remain firm:

د ”I’m not planning anything.”

She shouted in my face with agitation:

”If you don’t know him, then why was he cornering you in an isolated room alone?”

She dug her sharp brown gaze into my eyes and continued skeptically:

”Do you know each other from before? Is he your secret lover?”

I turned my face away from her in annoyance and went to sit on the edge of the bed, trying to create a distance between us, and said in a tone full of mockery:

”Olivia, I really don’t understand you... once you claim I’m with Robert, and another time with this stranger! I just wonder about the identities of the other men you’ll link me with next time.”

The words had barely left my mouth when she rushed toward me with angry steps,

grabbing my chin with a cruelty that made my jawbones crack under her fingers, and said in a low, terrifying voice:

”Mr. Robert...”

She paused for a second while her gaze pierced me like a blade, then completed with a sting of spite:

”Don’t you dare utter his name without formalities, you bitch!”

I startled and pushed her hand away from me violently, feeling a sting of pain where her grip had been, and shouted in her face, my chest rising and falling:

”And don’t you dare touch me again, or else...”

She interrupted me with a cold laugh full of sarcasm, tilting her head as she looked at me with contempt:

”Or else what? Will you go and complain to him?”

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