Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 139

“Good night, Fay,” he calls as I stomp up the stairs towards my

room. “See you at breakfast.”

I don’t look back. Instead, I storm through my bedroom door and

slam it shut behind me, hurling myself onto my bed. There, I hide

my head in my pillow and burst into furious tears.

I stay alone in my room for hours after I finish crying. Vacillating

between feeling absolutely horrible and then feeling absolutely

nothing at all, I stare at my ceiling for hours.

I had thought I was in charge with Kent. That I could rile him, and

use his…his attraction to me for my benefit. But today, everything

proved to me that I was again out of my depth. I had

he was just doing it for show. I thought I had

of things with Kent but

puppet. First raising me to anger, and then kissing

really am his puppet. Ivan’s puppet. Even Daniel’s

mortifying, realizing how easily

their games.

watching the light of day fade into

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a plan, with some way to

at the end of it all?

I want. Or how to play. Everyone is playing chess and I’m not even playing checkers. I feel so…stupid. And alone. I pull my

dad, my old

give to

gives a mighty growl at some point in the evening when I’ve been laying in the dark for what must be a few hours.

or Ivan feeding me tequila all day that’s responsible for this. Either way, I want water, and sustenance.

Now.