Chapter Three
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Chapter Three
The man standing outside the Rossi house looked expensive.
That was Elena’s first thought.
Not handsome. Not dangerous.
Expensive.
Black coat. Black gloves. Black car parked behind him with headlights cutting through the rain. Even the umbrella in his hand looked like it probably cost more than her monthly rent payment would’ve been if she lived alone.
Her father looked terrified.
That was the second thing she noticed.
“Elena,” her mother said quickly, voice tight. “Go upstairs.”
“What’s happening?”
“Now.”
But the man at the door spoke before she could move.
“It’s alright,” he said calmly. “She should hear this too.”
His voice was deep. Controlled. The kind that didn’t need to get loud to make people listen.
Elena frowned slightly.
Then the stranger looked at her fully for the first time.
And something strange passed across his face.
Not surprise.
Recognition.
Like he already knew exactly who she was.
Her stomach tightened instantly.
The man removed one leather glove slowly before holding out his hand toward her father instead. “Lucien De Luca.”
Silence.
Elena saw the exact moment her father’s face lost color.
Everybody in the city knew that name.
Even people who pretended they didn’t.
Wealth. Power. Rumors whispered in low voices. Businesses that rose too quickly. Men disappearing after crossing him.
Danger.
Her father shook Lucien’s hand reluctantly. “What do you want?”
Straight to the point.
Lucien almost smiled.
“I believe your bank problems are becoming… difficult.”
Elena’s chest tightened.
Her father stiffened immediately. “How do you know about that?”
Lucien ignored the question as his gaze drifted briefly toward the paperwork still scattered across the kitchen table.
“I can help.”
“We don’t need charity,” her father snapped.
“No,” Lucien agreed softly. “You need saving.”
The room went cold after that.
Elena crossed her arms tightly. “If you came here to humiliate my family—”
“I didn’t.”
His eyes landed on her again.
Steady.
Unmoving.
Elena suddenly understood why people found him intimidating. It wasn’t his height or the way he dressed.
It was the calmness.
He looked at people like he already knew how every conversation would end.
Her father stepped slightly in front of her. “Leave.”
Lucien reached into his coat and pulled out a thin black folder.
He placed it carefully on the kitchen table.
“Your company owes more than you can repay,” he said. “Three investors pulled out within six months. Your shipments are being delayed at the ports. Half your accounts are under review.”
Her father’s expression shifted from anger to shock.
“How do you know that?”
Lucien ignored him again.
“The debt collectors coming to your home tomorrow morning won’t be as polite as I am.”
Elena looked sharply toward her father.
Tomorrow?
“You said things weren’t that bad,” she whispered.
Her father couldn’t meet her eyes.
Lucien watched the exchange silently.
Then he spoke the words that changed everything.
“I’ll clear the debt.”
Everyone froze.
Her mother looked up instantly. “What?”
“The loans. The accounts. The collectors.” Lucien’s voice remained even. “Gone.”
Elena stared at him suspiciously. “Why?”
Because men like him never helped people for free.
Lucien looked at her for a long second before answering.
“Because I want something in return.”
Fear slid quietly down Elena’s spine.
Her father’s jaw tightened. “No.”
Lucien finally looked amused. “Interesting considering you haven’t heard the offer yet.”
“I already know it won’t be clean.”
“No,” Lucien agreed softly. “It won’t.”
The rain hammered harder against the windows.
Elena hated how calm he looked standing inside their collapsing life.
Like he belonged there.
Like he’d been waiting for this moment.
“What do you want?” she asked quietly.
Lucien’s eyes moved to her.
Then lower.
To the silver ring she always wore on her right hand.
Then back to her face again.
“You.”
Silence.
Her mother inhaled sharply.
Her father swore under his breath.
Elena actually laughed once because the word sounded insane out loud.
“What?”
“Marry me.”
The room tilted slightly.
Elena stared at him, waiting for the punchline that never came.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I am.”
“You don’t even know me.”
That almost made something shift in his expression.
Almost.
“I know enough.”
Every instinct in Elena’s body screamed that something was wrong here.
Not just the proposal.
Him.
The way he looked at her felt too familiar for strangers.
Like he’d already memorized her somehow.
Her father stepped forward angrily. “Get out of my house.”
Lucien remained completely unbothered.
“You have until tomorrow night to decide,” he said calmly. “After that, the offer disappears.”
“You think I’d sell my daughter to you?” her father snapped.
Lucien’s expression hardened slightly for the first time.
“I think,” he said quietly, “that desperate men do desperate things.”
The silence after that felt suffocating.
Then Lucien reached for the umbrella beside the door.
Before leaving, he looked at Elena one last time.
His gaze moved slowly over her face like he was searching for something.
Or remembering it.
“You should read the contract before refusing,” he said.
Then he walked out into the rain.
The front door shut behind him.
Nobody moved for several seconds.
Elena turned toward her father sharply. “What the hell was that?”
Her father looked sick.
Her mother sat down slowly at the kitchen table like her legs couldn’t hold her anymore.
“Elena,” her father said quietly, “stay away from that man.”
Fear prickled across her skin.
Because he didn’t sound angry.
He sounded terrified.
And for some reason,
Elena couldn’t stop thinking about the way Lucien had looked at her.
Not like a stranger meeting her for the first time.
But like someone finally standing in front of something that already belonged to him.
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