Chapter 5: The Contract
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The car ride was silent.
Too silent.
Aria sat stiffly in the back seat, her hands resting tightly in her lap.
She didn’t dare look at him.
But she could feel him.
Dante Moretti sat beside her, calm and composed, like none of this was unusual. Like bringing a stranger into his world was just another normal part of his life.
The city lights blurred past the window, but she barely noticed them.
Her mind was elsewhere.
Spinning.
Racing.
What have I done?
The question echoed in her head, louder with every passing second.
But there was no answer.
Because she already knew the truth.
She didn’t have a choice.
After what felt like forever, the car slowed.
Then stopped.
Aria finally looked up.
And her breath caught.
The gates in front of them were massive.
Black.
Imposing.
They slowly opened without a sound, revealing a long driveway leading to a mansion that looked like it belonged in another world.
Her chest tightened.
This wasn’t just wealth.
This was power.
The kind of power that controlled everything around it.
The car moved forward.
And just like that—
She crossed the line.
The doors opened for them before the car even fully stopped.
Aria stepped out slowly, her eyes scanning everything.
The guards.
The cameras.
The silence.
Everything felt controlled.
Planned.
Like nothing happened here without his permission.
“Come,” Dante said.
She turned to him, her heart tightening slightly.
He was already walking away.
Not checking if she would follow.
Because he knew she would.
And that…
Annoyed her more than she expected.
Still, she followed.
Inside, the mansion was just as overwhelming.
Elegant.
Cold.
Perfect.
But it didn’t feel like a home.
It felt like a place where mistakes weren’t allowed.
Where everything had a rule.
“Sit.”
His voice pulled her back.
She turned to see him standing near a large table.
A file rested on it.
Her stomach dropped.
She already knew what it was.
Slowly, she walked over and sat down.
Dante remained standing.
Watching her.
Studying her.
Like he was already calculating everything.
“This is the contract,” he said, tapping the file lightly.
Her fingers tightened slightly.
“Of course it is.”
He didn’t react to her tone.
“Read it.”
Aria hesitated for a moment before opening it.
The pages were filled with terms.
Conditions.
Rules.
Too many rules.
Her eyes moved quickly across the words, her chest tightening with each line.
Then she stopped.
Her breath caught.
“This says I have to live here,” she said, looking up at him.
“Yes.”
“For how long?”
“Until the contract ends.”
“That’s not an answer.”
His gaze didn’t waver.
“Until I say it ends.”
Her heart skipped.
“That’s not fair.”
“No,” he agreed calmly. “It’s not.”
The honesty caught her off guard.
She stared at him for a moment, unsure what to say.
Then she looked back down at the contract.
“My freedom is basically gone,” she muttered.
“You’ll be safe.”
She laughed softly.
“That’s your version of safety?”
“Yes.”
The confidence in his voice irritated her.
“You don’t get it,” she said, looking up again. “This isn’t normal.”
“I never said it was.”
Silence fell between them.
Heavy.
Uncomfortable.
Aria took a slow breath.
“And what do you get from this?” she asked.
Dante leaned slightly against the table, his eyes still locked on hers.
“A wife.”
Her stomach tightened.
“This isn’t a real marriage.”
“No,” he said. “It’s a contract.”
“Then why do you need it?”
A pause.
Then—
“Because it benefits me.”
That wasn’t an answer.
But she could tell he wasn’t going to say more.
Her eyes dropped back to the paper.
One line caught her attention.
Her fingers froze.
“I have to act like your wife… in public?”
“Yes.”
“And in private?”
His gaze darkened slightly.
“That depends on you.”
Her breath caught.
Her heart started beating faster.
“What does that mean?”
“It means,” he stepped closer, his voice lowering, “you decide how far this goes.”
The air between them shifted.
Tension.
Thick.
Unavoidable.
Aria quickly looked away, her chest rising slightly.
“I don’t like this.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Then why am I here?”
Dante didn’t hesitate.
“Because you need me.”
The words hit hard.
Because they were true.
And she hated that.
Silence stretched again.
Then slowly…
Aria picked up the pen.
Her hand trembled slightly.
This was it.
The moment everything became real.
Her freedom.
Her life.
Gone.
Replaced by his world.
She hesitated.
Just for a second.
Then—
She signed.
The sound of the pen against paper felt louder than it should have.
Final.
Permanent.
Dante watched her carefully.
Then nodded once.
“Good.”
Her chest tightened.
That word again.
Like she had just done exactly what he expected.
He reached forward, taking the contract from her.
His fingers brushed hers briefly.
Warm.
Firm.
Controlled.
Everything about him felt controlled.
“You’ll move in tonight,” he said.
“I’m already here,” she muttered.
A faint smirk touched his lips.
“Then you’ll stay.”
Aria leaned back slightly, exhaling slowly.
This was it.
No turning back.
No escape.
Just him.
His world.
His rules.
“Your room is upstairs,” he added.
She stood slowly, her legs feeling slightly unsteady.
“Do I have rules already?” she asked.
Dante’s gaze met hers again.
“Yes.”
Her chest tightened.
“Of course.”
He stepped closer.
Not too close.
But enough to make her aware of him.
“Rule one,” he said calmly.
“You don’t leave this house without my permission.”
Her jaw tightened.
“Seriously?”
“Yes.”
“Anything else?”
A pause.
Then—
“You don’t disobey me.”
Her heart skipped.
Something about the way he said it made it feel less like a rule…
And more like a warning.
Aria held his gaze for a moment.
Then finally—
“Fine.”
But her voice carried something else.
Defiance.
Because even now…
She wasn’t completely broken.
Not yet.
And something told her—
Dante knew that.
And maybe…
He liked it.
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