Chapter five
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I wasn’t supposed to be here ,
That’s what I kept telling myself while the black car pulled up to gates taller than my father’s house.
I have a wealthy parents but there are nothing compared to my uncle when it comes to wealth.
UNCLE LORENZO
I hadn’t seen him in my entire life but still he sends me birthday gift every year , now I’m nineteen and am so anxious holding a letter from my dad with one word “ He'll take care of you ”
I’m so confused but no one wants to give me an explanation.
The gate opened without a sound like they’d been waiting .
The mansion looks more like a palace from a history book .
A man opened the car door for me
“Mr De Medici is expecting you miss Holloway ”
I followed him through a courtyard where the air smelled like cinder and old money .
My shoes clicked too hard on the Mable , I was gripping my gown so tight my knuckles hurt .
Then the doors opened
And there he was
LORENZO DE MEDICI
my uncle
Thirty six in age
Tall in a way that made the room smaller , dark suit, grey eyes that looked right through me like a glass
“ IVY ” he said my name
*The moment Lorenzo spoke her name, Ivy’s breath stopped.*
It wasn’t warm.
It wasn’t cold either.
Just… *authoritative*. Like he was stating a fact—not greeting a niece.
His grey eyes—sharp, calculating—scanned her from head to toe in one silent sweep. No smile. No embrace.
Just stillness.
He stood like a statue at the center of that grand hall: marble floors reflecting the sunlight through stained-glass windows, oil portraits of ancestors watching silently from the walls.*
And then—he stepped forward.*
*Lorenzo took slow, measured steps toward Ivy—each one echoing in the vast marble hall.*
The man who ruled an empire with a glance.
Who commanded silence just by entering a room.
Now standing before his niece .
He stopped inches from her—taller than she imagined, broader too. His presence filled the space like smoke: thick and impossible to ignore.
Then… without warning…
*He reached out.*
Not for a hug—but gently lifted his hand to brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear.*
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