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

me that I was again out of my depth. I had thought

he was just doing it for show. I

in control of things with

First raising me to anger, and then kissing me, making me kiss him back, lose

am his puppet. Ivan’s puppet.

so mortifying, realizing how easily

their games.

the ceiling, watching the

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night, trying to come up with a plan, with some way to get what I want out of this stupid

at the end of it

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

my sister, my dad,

to

out of my stupor is my stomach, which 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. I sit up, looking down at my complaining stomach, and

and put a hand there, wondering if it was Kent pressing me up against the door or Ivan feeding me tequila all day that’s responsible for this. Either

Now.