My father sold me to the Mafia King-Chapter 17/False Confession

Chapter Seventeen

Julie’s point of view

I did not tremble, nor did I even try to justify my position.

Instead, I raised my head with a pride that made the long shirt sleeves hang down even further, and I looked at her with a coldness that provoked her more than my silence did.

I knew that seeing me in her "master’s" clothes was the straw that broke the back of her patience.

I said to her in a calm tone, deliberately provoking her madness:

"Why don’t you ask him? And aren’t you the supervisor who knows everything? Why do you come to ask me?"

She was clenching her knuckles so hard her skin turned white, and she approached me with rapid steps that nearly consumed the ground between us, saying in a voice choked with intense resentment:

— "Mr. Robert’s room is forbidden to everyone... how did you enter, you witch?!"

I froze in my place for a moment; I won’t lie, I was shocked to learn this.

How could his room be "forbidden" to everyone while I entered it yesterday in his presence?

But soon the echo of his resonant voice rang in my mind as he said to me coldly: "Entering my room is not a gift, Julie... it’s a punishment."

He was right, for every second I spent there was like the tearing of my soul.

I regained my balance, and tried to push up the hanging silk sleeves that made me look tiny, and looked into her burning eyes and said with utter calmness:

— "He brought me into his room himself... and I didn’t know anything about his private place being a restricted area."

Her face grew redder, as if my words were fuel poured onto her fire. She let out a hollow laugh lacking any mirth and said:

"He brought you into his room himself? And did you bid farewell to your virginity there yesterday?"

My breath caught for a moment, and I felt as though the ground were swaying beneath me.

The question wasn’t just insolence; it was a stab at the core of my fear that had not yet cooled.

Silence prevailed in the room, a heavy silence broken only by the sound of Olivia’s rapid breathing as she waited for my collapse.

I looked at her, and my features betrayed nothing but an icy coldness I struggled hard not to let melt.

I did not allow my tears to appear, nor my body to tremble before her.

I raised my head slowly and looked into her eyes filled with hatred, and said in a voice that came out terrifyingly calm:

"Do you have a brain or a vagina in your head? Because it seems you don’t always think properly; your thoughts always take you to your damn vagina."

An absolute silence fell over the room, a silence through which our heartbeats could be heard.

Olivia’s features froze as if I had slapped her hard across the face; she never expected these words to come from the "delicate girl" everyone sees as a victim.

Her eyes bulged, and her jaw shook with a shock that paralyzed her tongue from responding for moments.

I had hit her at the core; in that mindset that sees the whole world as just a bed and physical deals.

I kept my gaze fixed on her eyes with an unyielding coldness, as if challenging the remnants of her pride that I had just crushed.

But the shock soon turned into madness; Olivia gasped audibly, grabbed the shirt collar and said,

"His shirt on your body, his scent emanating from you, and your exit from his forbidden room at three in the morning indicates one thing, Julie: that the rebellion you were acting out for us, Mr. Robert stripped it away on the second day."

I laughed sarcastically, a short and dry laugh that shook her being, and said to her while my gaze pierced her trembling eyes:

— "So, this is what truly hurts you? That I did in two days what you failed to do for years? That I entered the place you dream of even standing behind its door?"

The pressure of her hand on the collar increased until I felt the silk about to tear, and she said:

"My job is to supervise the discipline of the club, but your job is to remove men’s trousers, including Mr. Robert’s."

The shock of her filthy words made my nerves snap, and I no longer cared about the consequences or the image I was painting for myself.

I leaned close to her ear and whispered those words that were enough to burn what remained of her mind:

"He removed it himself."

Olivia’s eyes widened until they nearly popped out of their sockets, and her hand clenched on my collar froze.

A terrifying silence filled the room to the point that I heard the echo of her muffled gasp. This lie was the only weapon I possessed to shatter her false pride.

But the silence did not last long; it was broken by the sound of slow, quiet clapping coming from the direction of the door.

We turned in terror, only to find Robert standing there, leaning his shoulder coldly against the door frame, his eyes gleaming with a demonic spark I had never seen before.

He had heard everything; he heard her insolence, and he heard my shocking response that made it seem as though I had completely surrendered to him.

He looked at Olivia, who was now trembling like a leaf, then moved his gaze to me, pausing for a long time at the shirt covering my body, and said in a resonant voice dripping with sarcasm:

— "A bold confession, Julie... I didn’t know you enjoyed sharing the details of our night with the servants."

My cheeks ignited, not with shyness, but from the weight of the situation I had put myself in.

My false confession, with which I intended to crush Olivia, had recoiled toward me like a poisoned arrow the moment Robert appeared.

Olivia froze in her place, and her hand dropped from the collar of my shirt as if she had touched a glowing coal.

She bowed her head in a desperate attempt to hide from his gaze, while Robert continued to distribute his looks between us with a coldness that precedes the storm.

He advanced with slow steps into the room, and every step was pushing the air out of my lungs.

He stopped directly in front of me, to the degree that I inhaled the scent of his tobacco that was emanating from the shirt I was wearing, creating a strange and confusing feeling that I was besieged by him from both the inside and the outside.

— "Get out, Olivia." He said it in a low voice, but it was enough to shake her very being.

— "But sir.. she.."

She tried to speak with a trembling voice, but he interrupted her with a single look that made her swallow the rest of her words and withdraw from the room with the speed of lightning, closing the door behind her with a suspicious quietness.

I remained alone with him, and the silence between us was heavier than the walls surrounding us.

Robert extended his hand slowly; I thought he would punish me for my words, but he merely grabbed the edge of the collar of his shirt which Olivia had been clenching and straightened it with mastery while fixing his eyes on mine.

— "By himself?" He repeated my word in a raspy whisper that sent a shiver through my body.

"I didn’t know your imagination was this vast, Julie.. or have you started wishing for what you claimed before her to happen?"