CHAPTER THREE_FIRST RULE OF A NEW PLACE
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CHAPTER THREE — FIRST RULES OF A NEW PLACE
SERA
The first thing I noticed about the estate was how quiet it was.
Not peaceful quiet.
Controlled quiet.
Even the footsteps of the people moving around felt softened, like sound itself had been taught to behave here.
I stood near the entrance longer than I meant to.
Alessandro didn’t rush me.
He never seemed to rush anything.
That alone was unsettling.
A man like him should have impatience somewhere in him. But everything about him felt measured, like he had already accounted for every possible outcome of every moment.
“Come,” he said simply.
Not harsh.
Not soft.
Just final.
I hesitated anyway.
“What exactly is this place?” I asked.
He looked at me briefly. “My home.”
That answer felt incomplete, but I didn’t push further. Something in his tone made it clear he didn’t explain things he didn’t feel like explaining.
We walked inside.
The interior was even more overwhelming than the outside. Clean lines, expensive furniture, walls that looked like they had never been touched by anything messy in their life.
It didn’t feel lived in.
It felt maintained.
A woman in a uniform appeared almost instantly.
She bowed slightly. “Sir.”
Then her eyes flicked to me for a fraction of a second before lowering again.
“Show her the room,” Alessandro said.
My room.
The words made my stomach tighten slightly.
“I didn’t agree to—” I started.
He cut in without raising his voice. “You’re staying.”
That was it.
No discussion.
The woman gestured politely. “This way, miss.”
I followed slowly, glancing back once.
Alessandro was already walking in the opposite direction.
Like I had been sorted into a category he no longer needed to think about.
That should have made me feel relieved.
It didn’t.
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The room was too perfect.
Not in a comforting way.
In a prepared way.
Soft lighting. Clean sheets. A balcony that overlooked gardens I could barely process in one glance.
It looked like someone had designed it for me without asking what I wanted.
The woman stood near the door.
“If you need anything, just call,” she said politely.
“What if I want to leave?” I asked before I could stop myself.
A pause.
Not judgmental.
Just aware.
“I don’t think that’s something I can assist with,” she said carefully.
Then she left.
I stood alone in the room for a while.
Silence pressed in again.
Different silence this time.
Not the city’s tired noise.
Not the rain.
Something heavier.
Like the house itself was listening.
I sat on the edge of the bed slowly.
My phone was still in my pocket, but I already knew calling someone wouldn’t help. I didn’t even know what I would say.
Hi, I was taken into a mansion by a man I don’t understand and now I’m here?
It sounded ridiculous in my head.
The door opened again.
I turned sharply.
Isabella walked in without knocking.
She glanced around the room, then nodded slightly.
“Not bad,” she said.
I blinked. “Do you just walk into people’s rooms?”
“In this house?” she said. “Yes.”
That wasn’t comforting.
She sat down casually on the edge of the chair near the wall like she already owned the space.
“You look tense,” she added.
“I wonder why,” I muttered.
She smiled slightly, like she wasn’t offended.
“He’s not going to hurt you,” she said after a moment.
I looked at her properly. “That’s not what I’m worried about.”
Isabella tilted her head. “Then what are you worried about?”
I hesitated.
I didn’t have a neat answer for that.
Everything about this situation felt wrong in a quiet way. Not violent. Not dramatic.
Just… decided.
Like my life had been redirected without my permission.
“I don’t know,” I admitted finally.
Isabella studied me for a moment.
Then she leaned back slightly.
“That’s fair,” she said. “He does that to people.”
“‘People’?” I repeated. “As in this is normal for him?”
She didn’t answer immediately.
That silence told me more than words would have.
Before I could ask anything else, she stood up.
“Try not to get lost in your head,” she said. “It doesn’t help here.”
Then she left just as easily as she came in.
I stared at the door after she was gone.
Nothing about this place felt stable.
And yet everything looked perfectly arranged.
That contradiction made my chest feel tight.
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Later, I was called downstairs.
Not by Isabella.
Not by staff.
By Alessandro.
One of the men in suits appeared at my door.
“Boss wants you,” he said simply.
I frowned. “Where?”
He didn’t answer. Just stepped aside.
So I followed again.
The house was different in the evening.
Lights warmer. Shadows longer.
Still controlled.
Still too quiet.
I found Alessandro in a large sitting room.
He was standing by the window, phone in hand.
He ended the call when I entered.
“You adjust quickly,” he said without turning fully.
“I don’t think I’m adjusting,” I replied.
That made him glance at me.
For a second, I thought I saw something almost like curiosity.
Almost.
“You will eat,” he said.
I blinked. “Is that an order?”
“It’s a decision.”
I crossed my arms slightly. “I didn’t agree to any of this.”
A pause.
Then he walked toward the table.
Not rushed.
Never rushed.
Food was already set out.
Too many dishes for two people.
I hesitated.
“You expect me to just sit and eat like nothing is happening?” I asked.
He pulled out a chair.
“You’re hungry,” he said simply.
That annoyed me more than it should have.
“I’m not.”
He looked at me briefly.
I didn’t look away.
A few seconds passed.
Then he said, “You are.”
I exhaled sharply and sat down anyway, mostly out of frustration.
I didn’t touch the food immediately.
He did.
Calmly.
Like this was normal.
Like nothing about this situation was strange to him at all.
After a while, I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Why am I here?” I asked quietly.
He didn’t stop eating.
“You brought me here,” I added.
That made him pause slightly.
Then he looked at me.
“You chose to help me,” he said.
“That doesn’t mean I chose this.”
His gaze stayed steady.
“It does,” he replied.
That answer made something in me tighten again.
Not fear exactly.
More like frustration with how certain he sounded.
Like my version of reality didn’t matter against his.
Outside the window, the estate stayed quiet.
Too perfect.
Too still.
And as I sat there across from him, I realized something I didn’t like admitting even to myself.
Nothing in this place was accidental.
Not even me being here.
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