My father sold me to the Mafia King

Chapter 397

Julie’s POV

Every muscle in my body locked up in absolute panic, his ruthless implications swirling through my mind like a violent hurricane. He was planning to take his revenge on me in the most agonizing ways possible, dangling my only brother’s life over my head completely forgetting that he was the one who had started this dirty game, the one who had coldly decided to sell me off like a commodity after making me believe he actually loved me.

I swallowed a ragged breath, crossing my trembling hands over my damp chest as a wave of bitter defeat crashed over me.

”You’re threatening me with my brother?!” I cried out. ”Why the hell are you doing this? Because I escaped from this filthy swamp? But I... I know the truth, Robert. I know damn well that you—”

With a swift, dismissive wave of his hand, his mouth twisting into a harder, more cynical sneer, he cut me off with words that tore my heart to shreds.

”What do you know? Please don’t tell me that your naive little mind actually believed I loved you, for God’s sake.”

A suffocating, poisonous lump lodged itself in my throat, but I lifted my chin with wounded pride, my voice burning with agony.

”I know you don’t love me! But you have absolutely no idea why I fled this place that night... you don’t know that I—”

”I don’t need to know a single thing!” he barked, his voice cold and booming like a hard slap to my face, his dark, hardened gaze locking onto mine without a trace of mercy. ”I never loved you to begin with, Julie. I only care about my money, and I paid your pathetic father a fortune for your filthy body!”

I stumbled a step back, the tips of my fingers going entirely numb. My voice came out cracked and trembling.

”So... you want to sell me?”

He stared down at me, his response coming in a terrifyingly quiet tone that felt heavier than any shout.

”You have absolutely no right to question what I do with your body from this moment on.”

In that exact second, I felt the remaining shattered pieces of my heart grind into dust inside my chest. In the bitter, aching silence of my mind, I asked myself how on earth I could have ever fallen for this monster. How had my stupid, traitorous heart ever beaten for a man who viewed my entire existence as nothing more than a profitable transaction?

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I fought with everything in me to project a strength I didn’t possess, my voice dripping with pure hatred.

”I know exactly how to save my brother from your filthy claws.”

He took slow, heavy steps toward me until his broad chest was nearly brushing against my face in a silent, dominating challenge. He slowly leaned down, whispering in a provoking hiss:

”And what exactly are you going to do? Try to seduce me with your cheap little tricks again?”

My eyes widened in sheer shock and absolute disgust.

”Me?! Seduce you?! In your dreams!”

He arched his brow in a suffocating, mocking gesture.

”Isn’t that exactly what you did in the beginning, and with such talent? Weren’t you just a little whore begging me to fuck you on this very bed?”

I froze in place, the sheer weight of the insult completely paralyzing my tongue. I couldn’t find a single word in my vocabulary to combat such a humiliating, soul-crushing blow. I had never imagined he could strip me of my dignity so effortlessly, degrading me to my face with such utter filth. Tears of bitter humiliation burned my eyes, and the only thing I could choke out through my trembling lips was a whisper thick with hatred:

”Fuck you!”

His cold smirk widened. Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked out of the room in a slow, measured stride, leaving the door wide open behind him. Only a few agonizing moments passed before he returned with his usual commanding presence, holding a piece of black-and-white fabric in his hand. He tossed it carelessly onto the mattress, his dark eyes pinning me to the spot.

”Put this on, my little maid,” he commanded sharply.

I stared at the garment in absolute horror, my voice rising in instant refusal.

”No way! I am not your maid!”

He turned his back to me with freezing indifference, walking toward the doorway as he threw his parting poison over his shoulder:

”A shame... your precious brother is going to die because of your stubbornness.”

My heart squeezed in a deadly panic for Steve. Without thinking, I cried out frantically to stop him:

”Stop! Damn it... I’ll wear it!”

He paused at the threshold, looking back over his shoulder with a face that dripped with absolute, victorious triumph.

”Perfect. Put it on and come to my office upstairs immediately.”

The moment he left, I bolted toward the bathroom, my steps heavy and broken. I turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over my shivering body as I dissolved into a bitter, silent sob beneath the spray. The sheer humiliation was suffocating; he wasn’t just betraying me and threatening Steve’s life he was deliberately trying to break my spirit entirely with this maid uniform.

I finished washing up quickly, my body still trembling violently, and stepped back into the bedroom. I scanned the space, finding every single thing exactly where I had left it before my escape, as if the walls of this cursed room had been waiting in grim anticipation for me to fall right back into the same trap. I hurriedly dried my hair, my eyes catching the glint of the gold butterfly necklace resting against my chest. I quickly unclasped it, handling it with absolute care, and hid it in the deepest, safest corner of the wooden wardrobe so his eyes would never land on it.

Then, with hands shaking from pure resentment, I picked up the godforsaken uniform. Its revealing design screamed of deliberate degradation. It consisted of an incredibly short black skirt lined with a cheap white frill, paired with a tight, cropped white top with narrow buttons. The skirt was so obscenely short that my underwear was practically visible with every single step I took, as if he wanted to keep my body completely exposed and on display for everyone in the most humiliating way possible.

Inhaling sharply to choke back my tears, I dragged my feet out into the empty hallway, which was wrapped in a heavy, depressing silence. I climbed the stairs with weak, trembling steps toward his private office, pushing the heavy wooden door open without bothering to knock.

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