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

that I was again out of my

doing it for show. I

things with

tonight he played me like a puppet. First raising me to anger, and then kissing me, making me kiss him back, lose control like

puppet. Ivan’s puppet.

how easily I play into all

their games.

at the ceiling, watching the light of day fade

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what 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 pillow over my head, groaning,

my sister, my dad, my old life.

wouldn’t give to go back to it

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,

if it was Kent pressing me up against the door or Ivan feeding me tequila all day that’s responsible for this. Either way, I want

Now.