Chapter4
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The First Night in His World
The ride to the Moretti estate was silent, the tension between them a heavy, unspoken force. The luxury black car glided through the dark streets of Milan, its tinted windows shielding them from the world. Inside, Valeria sat stiffly, her fingers clenched together in her lap as Alessandro lounged beside her, his presence suffocating in the confined space.
He didn’t speak. He didn’t even look at her.
But she felt him.
The way his gaze flickered to her from time to time, assessing, calculating. As if he was waiting for something—for her to break, to lash out, or to crumble under the weight of what had just happened.
But she refused to give him that satisfaction.
Instead, she kept her chin high, her expression unreadable. If she was going to survive in his world, she had to learn how to mask her emotions.
The car pulled through the towering iron gates of the Moretti estate, and her stomach twisted at the sight.
This wasn’t just a house. It was a fortress.
The massive mansion loomed in the darkness, its marble façade bathed in the glow of strategically placed lights. Armed guards stood at every entrance, their gazes cold and impassive. Security cameras watched their every move.
There was no escaping this place.
The driver pulled to a stop, and before Valeria could even reach for the door handle, Alessandro was already moving. He stepped out first, adjusting his suit, before turning and extending a hand toward her.
She hesitated.
His silver-gray eyes met hers, a silent command in them.
Reluctantly, she placed her hand in his, allowing him to help her out of the car. His grip was firm, possessive, as if reminding her who she belonged to now.
She snatched her hand back the moment her heels touched the ground.
He smirked but said nothing.
"Welcome home, Mrs. Moretti," he murmured, leading her up the grand steps.
The moment they stepped inside, she felt it.
Power.
The kind that settled deep into the bones of the house, woven into every inch of its existence. This was Alessandro’s kingdom, and she was now a prisoner within it.
The grand foyer was breathtaking—black and white marble floors stretched beneath a massive crystal chandelier, and an elegant staircase curved toward the upper levels. The scent of expensive cologne, leather, and something distinctly him filled the air.
A butler and several house staff stood in a line, heads slightly bowed, waiting for their master’s orders.
"This is Valeria," Alessandro said simply, his voice carrying an authority that left no room for question. "She is to be treated with the utmost respect."
"Of course, sir," the butler answered immediately.
Valeria swallowed hard. Respect. A meaningless word when she had no freedom.
She glanced at Alessandro, studying the sharp cut of his jaw, the way his shoulders squared with effortless dominance. He was every bit the king of this empire, and she… she was just a pawn in his game.
"Take her to our room," Alessandro ordered.
Our room.
Her stomach twisted.
She had known this was coming, but hearing it out loud sent a fresh wave of dread through her.
One of the maids, a petite woman with dark hair, stepped forward and gestured for Valeria to follow.
Valeria moved to do just that, but before she could take more than a few steps, Alessandro caught her wrist. His grip was gentle, but the message was clear.
"Don’t make me chase you," he murmured, his breath brushing against her ear. "It won’t end well."
Her pulse spiked, and she yanked her arm free, refusing to look at him as she followed the maid up the stairs.
The Room That Was Now Hers
The bedroom was just as grand as the rest of the mansion. Dark mahogany furniture, silk sheets, a fireplace crackling in the corner, casting flickering shadows across the room.
A king-sized bed dominated the space.
Her heart pounded.
This was it.
She was expected to share a bed with him.
The maid moved swiftly, placing a silk nightgown on the bed before giving Valeria a quick bow. "Would you like anything, signora?"
Her mouth was dry. "No, thank you."
The maid left without another word, closing the heavy doors behind her.
Valeria stood frozen, staring at the bed.
The silence stretched, thick and suffocating.
Then, the door creaked open.
She didn’t have to turn to know who it was.
Alessandro.
His presence filled the room before he even spoke.
She heard the quiet rustle of his suit jacket being removed, the sound of his cufflinks clicking as he placed them on the nightstand.
Slowly, she turned.
He was standing near the fireplace now, his dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms. The soft glow of the fire cast shadows across his face, making him look even more dangerous.
She clenched her fists.
"Are you afraid of me?" he asked, his voice calm.
She swallowed hard. "Should I be?"
A ghost of a smirk tugged at his lips. "Maybe."
She held his gaze, refusing to let him see how much she wanted to run.
"I won’t force you," he said suddenly.
She blinked. "What?"
"I won’t force you," he repeated, stepping closer. "I don’t need to."
The arrogance in his voice sent a shiver down her spine.
"You think I’ll just willingly come to you?" she asked, her voice laced with defiance.
His smirk deepened. "I think you’ll realize soon enough that resisting me is pointless."
Her breath caught.
Before she could respond, he turned away, heading for the bathroom.
The sound of water running filled the silence.
She stood there, stunned, until he emerged again, his shirt gone, a towel slung over his shoulder. His sculpted chest and inked skin were on full display, the sight of him so effortlessly powerful it made her knees weak.
"Get some sleep, Valeria," he murmured, walking past her.
She flinched as he reached for the light switch.
Darkness swallowed the room.
And even though he had promised not to touch her tonight, she
knew one thing for certain.
This was only the beginning.
She was now part of Alessandro Moretti’s world.
And there was no turning back.
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