CHAPTER FOUR_THE THINGS LEFT UNSAID
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CHAPTER FOUR — THINGS LEFT UNSAID
SERA
I started noticing him in small ways first.
Not the obvious things.
Not the guards that suddenly followed a few steps behind whenever I walked through the estate gardens. Not the way every staff member already knew my preferences before I ever spoke them aloud.
It was smaller than that.
Quieter.
Like how every morning, breakfast appeared exactly the way I liked it after mentioning it only once.
Or how the air in my room was warmer after I casually said I hated cold spaces.
Tiny things.
The kind that should have felt thoughtful.
Instead, they made me nervous.
Because it meant he was paying attention all the time.
And I did not know what to do with that.
I sat near the balcony window that morning pretending to read one of the books Isabella brought me the day before, but my eyes kept drifting toward the gardens below.
The estate looked peaceful from above.
Too peaceful.
Like danger had learned how to dress itself beautifully.
A soft knock came from the door before it opened.
Not a servant this time.
Alessandro.
My fingers tightened slightly around the book.
He looked different outside the cold sharpness of that first night. Cleaner somehow. More controlled. A black button-up shirt rolled slightly at the sleeves, dark watch against his wrist, his expression unreadable as always.
“You haven’t eaten,” he said.
I blinked. “Good morning to you too.”
A faint pause.
Then, unexpectedly—
“Good morning, Sera.”
The sound of my name in his voice felt strange.
Too smooth.
Too natural.
I looked back down at the book. “I wasn’t hungry.”
“You were.”
“There you go again,” I muttered softly.
His eyes stayed on me for a second longer before he walked further inside the room.
I sat straighter immediately without meaning to.
That was another thing I noticed around him.
My body reacted before my mind did.
“I’m taking you out today,” he said.
I looked up quickly. “What?”
“You’ve been inside too long.”
“It’s been two days.”
“That’s still too long.”
I stared at him carefully. “You say things like they’re facts even when they’re not.”
He held my gaze calmly.
“Get dressed,” he replied.
That was not an answer.
And somehow, it irritated me enough that twenty minutes later, I was actually getting ready.
I hated that.
The car ride was quieter this time.
Not tense exactly.
Just unfamiliar.
I kept my hands folded in my lap while the city moved outside the tinted windows in soft blurs of color and movement.
Alessandro sat beside me scrolling through messages on his phone, though I noticed his attention shifting toward me every few minutes like he was making sure I was still there.
“You keep staring,” I murmured before I could stop myself.
“I know.”
That answer made heat crawl up my neck.
I looked away quickly toward the window again.
The city felt louder after days inside the estate. More alive. People crossing streets carelessly, couples arguing outside cafés, music spilling from open stores.
Normal life.
I missed it more than I expected.
The car finally stopped in front of an upscale shopping district.
I frowned immediately.
“No.”
Alessandro looked at me. “No?”
“I’m not letting you buy me things.”
“You say that before seeing them.”
“That’s not the point.”
He stepped out of the car first.
Then waited for me.
Patient.
Certain.
Like he already knew I would follow.
And annoyingly… I did.
Inside the first store, people greeted him immediately. Respectful smiles. Nervous eyes.
One woman almost dropped a tray when she noticed him.
I caught that.
Fear again.
Always fear around him.
“Do they all know who you are?” I asked quietly as we walked deeper inside.
“Yes.”
That was all he said.
A stylist approached carefully, asking if I needed help.
Before I could answer, Alessandro spoke.
“She prefers softer colors.”
I looked at him sharply.
“How do you know that?”
“You wear them often.”
My chest tightened slightly.
That shouldn’t have affected me.
But it did.
Because he noticed things I didn’t realize he was noticing.
The next hour felt surreal.
Dresses appeared.
Shoes.
Jewelry.
Every time I rejected something, Alessandro simply chose another.
“You can’t buy an entire store,” I whispered harshly as another bag was carried away.
His expression barely changed.
“I can.”
“That’s not the issue!”
A faint pause.
Then, quieter this time—
“You looked at that dress twice.”
I blinked.
“What?”
“The blue one,” he said calmly. “You liked it.”
I opened my mouth.
Closed it again.
Because annoyingly… he was right.
That realization unsettled me more than the gifts themselves.
Later that evening, Isabella found me standing in my room staring at the shopping bags stacked neatly near the couch.
“You look terrified,” she said lightly.
“I think your brother is insane.”
She laughed immediately. “That’s not exactly new information.”
I sat slowly on the edge of the bed. “Why does he keep doing this?”
Isabella leaned against the doorway.
“He likes taking care of things he wants close.”
The way she said it made my stomach feel strange.
“I’m not a thing,” I said quietly.
Her teasing expression softened slightly.
“I know.”
That answer somehow felt worse.
Because it sounded honest.
That night at dinner, I noticed it again.
The possessiveness.
Small.
Quiet.
But there.
A waiter accidentally stepped too close while pouring my drink.
Nothing dramatic happened.
Alessandro didn’t yell.
Didn’t threaten him.
He simply looked at the man once.
That was enough.
The waiter immediately stepped back with a pale face.
I felt it then.
The shift in the room.
The fear.
Alessandro continued eating calmly afterward like nothing happened.
But I could not stop thinking about it.
Because for the first time…
I realized his control didn’t need violence to exist.
It existed naturally.
Effortlessly.
And somehow that was even more dangerous.
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