Chapter 5:A Deal With the Dark Prince
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I barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Nathan’s smoldering gaze, felt the phantom heat of his touch on my skin. His words replayed in my head like a melody I couldn’t silence.
"Maybe you belong here more than you think."
But Celeste’s warning echoed just as loudly.
"Nathan Caldwell doesn’t fall. Whatever he’s doing—it’s not about love."
I should have been terrified. I should have listened.
And yet, when morning light spilled through my borrowed bedroom in Caldwell Manor, I knew one thing for certain.
I wasn’t leaving.
The Invitation
A knock at the door startled me from my thoughts.
I opened it to find a woman in a sharp black dress holding a silver tray. On it sat a folded note and a delicate china cup of steaming coffee.
“Good morning, Miss Sophie,” she said smoothly. “Mr. Caldwell requests your presence for breakfast.”
My stomach twisted at the mention of his name, but I kept my face neutral. “Where?”
“The terrace.”
I hesitated, then nodded. “I’ll be there.”
She inclined her head and left.
I picked up the note, fingers tracing the elegant handwriting.
Come.
That was all it said. No pleasantries. No explanation.
Just a command.
I exhaled slowly, setting the cup down without taking a sip. My heart was already racing too fast.
Breakfast with the Devil
When I stepped onto the terrace, Nathan was already seated at a long glass table, sipping black coffee.
The morning sun bathed him in golden light, making his black shirt and tousled dark hair look even more sinful. He didn’t just look powerful. He was power.
And I was about to make a very dangerous mistake.
“You came,” he said without looking up.
I pulled out a chair, trying to ignore the way my pulse spiked. “You didn’t really give me a choice.”
At that, he lifted his gaze to mine. “I never do.”
Something about the way he said it sent a shiver through me.
A waiter appeared, setting down a plate of croissants, fruit, and eggs in front of me. But my appetite was nonexistent.
Nathan studied me over the rim of his coffee cup. “You didn’t sleep.”
It wasn’t a question.
I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Neither did you.”
He smirked. “Touché.”
Silence settled between us, thick with unspoken tension.
Then, finally, he set his cup down and leaned forward slightly. “Tell me something, Sophie.”
I swallowed. “What?”
“Why are you still here?”
The question knocked the air from my lungs.
I could have lied. I could have said it was curiosity, or that I simply wasn’t ready to leave.
But I didn’t.
“Because you intrigue me,” I admitted, voice barely above a whisper.
Nathan’s expression didn’t change, but something flickered in his icy blue eyes. Something dark.
“Good,” he murmured.
Then, before I could react, he reached into his pocket and slid something across the table.
A key.
I frowned. “What’s this?”
“Your room key.”
I blinked. “You want me to stay?”
Nathan exhaled, as if my question amused him. “I wouldn’t have invited you if I didn’t.”
The weight of his words settled over me.
I should have said no.
I should have walked away.
Instead, I picked up the key.
The Terms of the Deal
Hours later, I found myself standing outside Nathan’s private study, palms sweating.
I had barely placed a hand on the door when his deep voice called out.
“Come in.”
I stepped inside, my heart hammering. The room was dimly lit, shelves lined with books, a fire crackling in the massive stone fireplace.
Nathan stood by the window, hands in his pockets, watching me with that unreadable expression.
“You stayed,” he said.
I nodded. “I did.”
He studied me for a moment, then motioned to the leather chair across from his desk. “Sit.”
I obeyed.
Nathan leaned against the desk, his piercing gaze locking onto mine. “Let’s get one thing straight, Sophie.”
I swallowed hard. “Okay.”
“If you stay in my world, there are rules.”
My breath caught. “Rules?”
Nathan nodded slowly. “You don’t ask questions I’m not ready to answer. You don’t run when things get complicated. And above all…” He leaned down, his face inches from mine. “You don’t lie to me.”
My pulse pounded in my ears. “And what do I get in return?”
His lips curved. “Me.”
The weight of that single word sent a bolt of heat through me.
It wasn’t just an offer. It was a warning.
Nathan Caldwell was not a man who played fair.
And if I accepted, there would be no turning back.
“Are you sure you want this?” he murmured, his breath ghosting over my skin.
I should have said no.
Instead, I whispered, “Yes.”
…That night, I sat alone in my new bedroom, the key to the room clutched in my hand.
I should have felt relieved. Or excited.
Instead, all I felt was anticipation.
Because Nathan had made it clear—this wasn’t a game.
And if I was going to survive in his world…
I had to be willing to play by his rules.
Just as I was about to slip under the covers, a knock sounded at my door.
I hesitated, heart hammering.
Then, slowly, I turned the handle.
Nathan stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable.
“You have a choice, Sophie,” he said softly.
I swallowed. “What kind of choice?”
His eyes darkened. “Come with me. Let me show you exactly what it means to be mine.”
My breath caught.
I knew this was it—the moment that would change everything.
And yet, even as every warning in my head screamed at me to stop…
I reached for his hand.
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