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

just doing it for

of things with Kent but –

raising me to anger, and then kissing me, making me

his puppet. Ivan’s puppet. Even

is so mortifying, realizing how easily I play

their games.

the ceiling, watching the light of day fade into

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with some way to get what I want out of this stupid

end

is playing chess and

sister, my dad,

I wouldn’t give to go back to

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 feel a headache pulse at the

groan, and put a hand there, wondering if it was Kent pressing me up against the door or Ivan feeding me

Now.