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

me, but he was just doing it for show. I

control of things with

raising me to anger, and then kissing me, making me kiss him back, lose control like some lovesick girl while he humiliated

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

how easily I play

their games.

at the ceiling, watching the light of day fade

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up with a plan, with some way to get what I

end

is playing chess and I’m not even playing checkers. I feel

my dad, my

I wouldn’t give to go

thing that finally breaks me 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

there, wondering if it was Kent pressing me up against the door or

Now.