I Am My Father's Gambling Collateral

Four

ELENA'S POV

The ride to Julian's residence was a long one. I heard he had a private estate and all I could imagine was how much more boring my life would become. In the midst of my thought, my mind drifted back to my father's signature. “How could my father sign a contract marriage with Silas?”

“If you'll be staying with me, you'll have to live by my rules,” Julian's voice cut in. I'll show you around the house, and we'll be meeting up with my lawyer tomorrow for some paperwork.

I slightly adjusted the way I sat and I asked him. “You haven't told me who you are?” All I know is, I'm being bought by you and now your asset. I said as I rolled my eyes.

“Time will reveal who I am to you, Elena,” Julian said.

Julian drove into his estate. As he drove down through the estate, I couldn't believe my eyes. The mansion didn't just sit on the hill, it dominated it. His estate was designed to impress and intimidate in equal measure. Tall wrought-iron gates guarded the entrance, opening only after silent security cameras scanned every visitor.

The driveway curved deliberately, forcing arrivals to take in the full scale of the property before reaching the grand entrance.

“No wonder he was able to buy my father's debts,” I thought to myself. I kept imagining how a young man could amass this much wealth here in Las Vegas. Maybe he was royalty, I'll soon know.

He drove to the parking lot and I could see a young man standing outside the car window. He opened the door and welcomed me.

“Show her to her room, Leo.” Julian ordered. I'll show you around soon when you've settled in.

Leo rushed to the car booth and helped me with my suitcase bag.

The sight of the mansion was heavenly. The exterior was a masterpiece of stone and glass, modern architecture softened by dark marble pillars and towering windows that reflected the city lights below. At night, the mansion glowed like a quiet empire.

“This way ma'am,” he said, wearing a smile on his face.

Inside, the air smelled faintly of polished wood and expensive cologne. The foyer opened into a vast hall with marble floors so smooth they mirrored the crystal chandelier above. A sweeping staircase curved upward like something out of royalty. Every detail whispered money… not loud, flashy wealth, but controlled, calculated luxury.

I was led to my private suite on the left side of the mansion. The room was well polished, and every interior was well detailed.

I walked towards the bed and let myself fall hard on it, face down and arms spread. I had mixed emotions. I didn't know whether to feel bad that I was being sold by my father or feel grateful for Julian coming to my rescue, or feel bad that I was being trapped in his mansion.

The door made a creaking sound and I thought it was Leo. Maybe he forgot something, or he was sent to get me. But as I rose up from the bed, the smell of Julian's scandalwood cologne filled the room, which announced his presence even without a word.

I slightly adjusted and sat at the edge of the bed. I couldn't say much at that time because I was in my feelings and I didn't have much strength for arguments. I turned to see Julian at the door.

He was putting on a white T-shirt, sleeves rolled up and two buttons undone. I could see his chest muscles which looked so alluring...

“I see you're settling in fine, Elena,” Julian said as he moved towards the dressing table on the left side of the room, his eyes scanning the table for what I don't know.

He dragged out the chair by the dressing table and sat down on it, facing my direction.

“I'm here to give you some specific instructions, and I want you to live by them,” he said, keeping a straight face with his legs crossed.

“I want you to…” Julian began to speak.

I was so lost in my thoughts, just staring at the movement of his lips and looking at how attractive his chest was. All I could imagine was how his touch would feel on me.

“Are you listening?” Julian's voice cut in. I forgot I was being instructed and all I could imagine was being f**ked by him.

I wish he could read my mind and just move closer to me right now, pull off my dress, take off my bra and slide his fingers into my p**sy and play with my c******s.

I have to behave by myself right now. I cautioned myself. Can you come again please? I wasn't really listening. I said to him, I'm feeling stressed, and I think this should be done tomorrow. I said nonchalantly, as if I wasn't interested in him or what he had to say at all.

Julian stood up angrily and walked out of the room. “The lawyer will be coming over tomorrow,” he said, as he exited the room.