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

again out of my

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

in control of things with Kent but

and then kissing me, making me kiss

I really am his puppet. Ivan’s puppet.

mortifying, realizing how

their games.

watching the light of day fade into the

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of night, trying to come up with a plan, with some way to get

end of

chess and I’m not even playing checkers. I feel so…stupid. And alone. I pull my pillow over my

dad, my old

what I wouldn’t give to

the dark for

up against the door or Ivan feeding me tequila all day that’s responsible for this.

Now.