Chapter2
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The First Night in His World
The grandeur of the Moretti estate felt suffocating.
Towering marble columns, chandeliers dripping with crystals, and gold-trimmed furniture that screamed of power—everything about this place was meant to intimidate. It was not just a home. It was a kingdom, and Alessandro Moretti was its ruler.
And now, she was his queen.
Valeria sat stiffly on the edge of the massive king-sized bed, her heart pounding in her chest as the reality of the night settled in. The weight of the diamond wedding ring on her finger felt like a shackle.
From the reception to the car ride home, Alessandro had barely spoken a word to her. He didn’t have to. His presence alone was enough to command obedience.
But she was not going to cower.
She refused to be just another possession in his world.
The door to the bedroom creaked open, and her breath hitched.
Alessandro stepped inside, his dark suit still perfectly in place, his tie slightly loosened as if the night had barely affected him. His silver-gray eyes locked onto hers, unreadable yet piercing.
Valeria swallowed hard, forcing herself not to look away.
This was the moment she had been dreading since she said, I do.
He shut the door behind him with deliberate slowness, the soft click echoing through the room like a final verdict.
Then, silence.
A long, heavy silence that stretched between them, thick with unspoken words.
He finally spoke. "Are you going to sit there all night, or do you have something to say, cara mia?"
His voice was deep, smooth, and dangerously calm. The kind of calm that masked storms.
Valeria’s fingers curled into the fabric of her dress. "Do I have a choice?"
His smirk was slow, deliberate. "Smart girl."
She hated the way her pulse reacted to his voice, the way he commanded attention with just a few words. He was a predator, and she was caged in his den.
But she was not prey.
"You don’t own me," she said, her voice firm despite the trembling inside her.
Alessandro took a step closer, then another, his powerful frame dominating the space between them.
"That’s where you’re wrong." His fingers lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "I do."
A shiver ran down her spine.
"You might have bought this marriage, but you didn’t buy me," she shot back.
Alessandro’s grip on her chin didn’t tighten, but it didn’t ease either. His expression didn’t change.
But something in his eyes flickered.
"Is that what you think?" he murmured, his voice laced with something she couldn’t decipher.
Before she could respond, he released her and turned away, walking to the bar in the corner of the room. He poured himself a drink, the ice clinking against the glass.
He didn’t look at her as he took a sip, as if he was letting her believe she had a sliver of control.
Then, with casual precision, he spoke again.
"Tell me, Valeria… what exactly do you plan to do now?" He turned, leaning against the bar, his expression unreadable. "Run? Fight? Play the obedient wife?"
She held his gaze. "I plan to survive."
A low chuckle escaped him. "Survive?" He tilted his head. "That depends on how smart you are."
Her stomach twisted at the unspoken warning.
"You think I’m stupid?" she challenged.
His smirk deepened. "No, dolcezza. I think you’re reckless."
She sucked in a sharp breath. "And you? What does that make you?"
Alessandro pushed off the bar and stalked toward her. "I am the man who will teach you what it means to be mine."
His words were not a threat. They were a promise.
She stiffened as he reached out, his fingers brushing over the sleeve of her dress before trailing up to her bare shoulder. Her skin tingled, betraying her.
"Tell me, bella," he murmured, his voice dark silk, "do you hate me yet?"
Her lips parted, but no words came.
Because the truth was more dangerous than the lie.
She should hate him.
She wanted to.
But as he stood there, towering over her, exuding power and control, she wasn’t sure if hatred was the only thing burning inside her.
And Alessandro Moretti?
He saw it all.
He always did.
"You’re mine, Valeria. And sooner or later… you’ll accept it."
The words sent a shiver
down her spine.
Because for the first time since she became his wife…
She feared he might be right.
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