Chapter 11— The Quiet Moves
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(Alessia's Pov)
I feared for Liam, I feared for the risk he is planning to take.
Does he plan to invade Dante's mansion by himself, he'll get caught easily, but I don't know what he's planning or if this was all plan of Dante to put me to test.
A soft knock came on the door that brought me back to reality, it was the maid.
“The master would love to have you in his chambers for a quick talk” she said as she dropped a mug of coffee close to me.
“Master had asked me to serve you some coffee, it has enough cream in it”
What was Dante up to, I loved enough cream in my coffee and how did he know of this.
I washed my face in a rush and left for his chambers, suspicious of his move.
“You called for me?“ Plain faced I asked, as he flipped through pages of his book.
“Have a seat” said Dante without looking at me.
“What are your plans Alessia?“ He said as he finally took a sharp gaze at me, his book closed and on one hand.
“What do you mean, what plans?“ I scoffed.
“ You see my mansion as a prison, do you have thoughts of carrying out another prison break” hot face staring at me, anticipating a response.
“And why do you care to know, you can as well let my father go” I said with a spiteful tone.
Dante didn't reply, I just gazed at me, for a minute, those eyes, I can't tell if he was flaring or calm.
“Bring him in” he said as he clapped his hands.
I froze, everytime he brings someone in, it was to make example, to instill fear, to make me tremble at his dreadful acts and make me feel vulnerable and helpless, begging him for mercy. Who is he bringing in now?
The door creaked open and two men came in, with another man walking behind. It was my father.
“Father!“ I ran to him crying like his little baby.
“What's going on” I screamed furiously fearing for what Dante was planning.
“Alessia child, it is okay” Papa said, that was when I noticed papa appearance, he was just okay, too okay for a man kept as an hostage for that long.
I was stunned and confused, but Dante never spoke to me but to his men, “give them some moment” he said without looking at me.
They shut the door behind us and I could hear their footsteps lost in distance.
“Father! What's going on” I said confused.
“I had begged to see you, I wanted to know how you were faring, I am really sorry for bringing you into this kind of life, it should have just been me” I watched my once daring father succumb to Dante's supremacy.
“Where did they keep you, father you look …. okay “
“I am as surprised as you are, he has been feeding me well, bought me clothes, and I stay in a decent room, decent enough from the last one he kept me in, free from the termites and cockroaches, I do not know his plans or reasons for the sudden change, but what I do know is that he has something in mind, I am not locked in the room everytime, I take a stroll in a park within this vicinity, he sometimes goes to the park to clear his head”
“Clear his head?“ I asked
“Yes child, forget about this, why have you planning to escape, Alessia it's dangerous, Dante's wrath is being underestimated by you, I worked for his father for years but…”
“But what Father, what did you really do?“
“I betrayed his trust in me, I needed money for your college tuition, so I seeked help from a group of loan sharks, I never knew how dangerous they were, they came to me to start making payment before the deadline, so I…so I ran to Dante's father explaining this to him, he …he offered to help and I foolishly told the bad guys where my help was coming from”
“Dad…I never knew all these, why?“
“I thought it was safer that way, they killed all Dante's men during the money exchange and said it was all revenge, three men lost their lives because of me,I couldn't go back,I ran away like a coward and that was when I changed our house, but somehow Dante found me, those bad guys are out there looking for me too”
“This is dangerous”
“You mustn't escape,not now “
“Liam said he's coming for me”
“Liam?“
“That kid works for Dante, must be a test for you to run,Liam is not trustworthy, that kid”
The doors opened and Dante's men were back for father,I grabbed his hands and tears dropped from eyes.
“It's fine” he said with a faint smile
I left for my room as I thought about everything, do I really remain his wife, does my future begin and ends with him?
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(Dante's Pov)
I remained where I was long after Alessia left the room.
People always assumed silence meant indecision. In my world, silence was where conclusions were formed. Alessia believed she was being watched like a prisoner, measured for weakness, studied for escape routes. She wasn’t entirely wrong, but she misunderstood the purpose.
I was not watching to trap her.
I was watching to understand her.
She thought my actions were designed to provoke reactions, to force obedience through pressure. What she did not see was that every move I made was calculated to reveal who she truly was beneath resistance and pride. Alessia was not impulsive. She thought before she acted. She questioned before she complied. That alone set her apart.
She suspected Liam.
That was expected.
Liam was reckless, ambitious, and loud with his intentions, traits that made him easy to read. Alessia believed he was planning something, believed he might attempt something foolish in her name. She underestimated my reach if she thought anything happened in this estate without my consent.
No one invaded my mansion.
People were allowed in, or eliminated before they tried.
If Liam intended to act, it would be because I had already permitted the idea to exist. Tests didn’t need announcements. They revealed themselves naturally.
Alessia saw walls. I saw variables.
When I asked her about her plans, she deflected, as expected. She had learned to protect her thoughts, to hide intention behind defiance. She still believed freedom was something taken by force rather than granted by alignment.
Her demand for her father’s release was predictable. Loyalty defined her more than rebellion ever could. That loyalty was the reason her father still breathed.
I brought him in not to unsettle her, not to prove dominance, but to correct her assumptions.
She believed I was a man of extremes. Pain or indulgence. Punishment or indulgence. She needed to understand something simpler: I valued balance. A man who ruled through chaos lost control eventually.
Her father had served my family once. Betrayed us, yes, but desperation, not malice, drove him. That distinction mattered to me, even if it didn’t erase consequences.
Alessia noticed her father’s condition immediately. The way her confusion surfaced told me everything. She expected cruelty. Instead, she found order. Comfort. Structure.
Good.
Confusion forced reevaluation.
I gave them privacy because power did not require presence. I already had control of the situation. I didn’t need to stand between them to assert it.
From outside the door, I heard fragments, her voice sharp with questions, his low with regret. Regret was expensive. Few men could afford it. Fewer survived it.
When she returned to her room later, I knew her thoughts would be heavy.
She would be weighing futures.
Hers.
Mine.
And the thin line that now connected them.
She wondered whether staying made her complicit. Whether leaving was even possible. Whether being my wife was a sentence or an agreement she had not yet understood.
What Alessia did not realize was that I had already answered those questions.
I did not need her obedience. I needed her clarity.
If she stayed, it would not be because she was cornered. It would be because she understood the world she was in, and chose to stand within it rather than outside it.
As for Liam, if he acted, it would reveal what Alessia could not yet say aloud: whether she trusted instinct over impulse.
I walked to the window, watching the estate settle into the night. Everything was where it belonged. Guards in position. Lights dimmed. Order intact.
Alessia was not a weakness in my system.
She was an unknown.
And unknowns were not eliminated.
They were studied.
Adapted to.
Claimed, if the proved worth the effort.
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