Chapter 5
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Elena felt the walls of their brownstone closing in tighter with every passing hour.
The rumors had spread like wildfire through their circle. People who used to nod at her when passing by now stared openly, whispering behind their hands to themselves. "Vitelli's daughter is going to Rossi." "Lucky girl." "Poor thing." The words followed her everywhere she went, even when she tried to disappear inside her own home.
She spent the morning locked in her room, staring at the small black box Luca had left on the park bench. The diamond ring inside was flawless — cold, expensive, and terrifying. She hadn't shown it to anyone. Not even Marco. Keeping it felt like holding onto evidence of how deep this already went.
A sharp knock on her door made her jump.
"Elena! Get down here. Now!"
Her father's voice was sharp, edged with panic and something close to excitement. She slipped the box under her pillow and went downstairs.
Her father was pacing the living room like a caged animal. Marco stood by the window, arms crossed, face like stone. The moment she entered, her father stopped and pointed at her.
"They're coming. Tonight. Rossi's people. This is it."
Elena felt her stomach drop. "What do you mean 'this is it'?"
Her father rubbed his hands together. "The deal. It's happening. He's calling in the debt. If we agree to the marriage, everything gets wiped clean. Four million. Gone. Just like that."
Marco stepped forward. "Dad, you can't be serious. You're really going to hand her over like this?"
"What choice do I have?" her father snapped. "You think these people forgive debts? They kill for less. This is the only way out."
Elena felt the room tilt. She grabbed the back of a chair to steady herself. "I'm standing right here. Stop talking about me like I'm not in the room."
Her father finally looked at her. For a second, something like guilt flickered across his face. Then it was gone, replaced by that desperate, selfish hope she had come to hate.
"You'll be fine," he said. "Better than fine. You'll be a queen. Rossi will take care of you."
"Take care of me?" Elena's voice rose. "Or own me? Because that's what this is. Ownership."
The doorbell rang before her father could answer.
Two of Luca's men stood outside. They didn't ask to come in. They simply said, "Mr. Rossi is waiting in the car. He wants to speak with Elena privately."
Her father practically shoved her toward the door. "Go. Be respectful."
Marco tried to follow, but one of the men blocked him. "Only her."
Elena was led outside to a black SUV parked at the curb. The back door opened. Luca sat inside, alone, wearing a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Tattoos on full display. He looked calm.
"Get in," he said.
She hesitated for half a second, then climbed inside. The door closed behind her with a heavy click. The car didn't move. The driver and guard up front stared straight ahead like they were statues.
Luca studied her for a long moment.
"You've been trying to run," he said. Not a question.
Elena didn't deny it. "Wouldn't you?"
A small, cold smile touched his lips. "I don't run from what I want."
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a thick folder. He dropped it on her lap. Marriage contract. Debt forgiveness papers. Everything laid out in cold legal language.
"Your father already agreed," Luca said. "But I wanted you to hear it from me. Sign it, and everything disappears. The debt. The threats. The men who want your family's blood. You become my wife. Protected. Provided for."
Elena stared at the papers. Her hands started shaking.
"And if I don't sign?" she asked.
Luca leaned back, eyes never leaving her face. "Then your father pays in other ways. Painful ways. And you..." He paused. "You still end up mine. Just with more broken pieces around you."
The threat was quiet. Matter-of-fact.. Terrifying.
Elena felt tears burning behind her eyes. She refused to let them fall.
"Why me?" she whispered. "You could have anyone."
Luca reached out and tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to meet his eyes.
"Because I've watched you for years," he said, voice low. "I know how strong you are. How you carry your weak father and still keep your head high. I want that strength beside me. I want you."
The confession hung between them, heavy and dark.
Elena pulled away from his touch. "I hate you."
Luca smiled again. That same small, dangerous smile.
"Good. Hate keeps things interesting."
He handed her a pen.
"Sign, Elena."
She stared at the pen for what felt like forever. Then, with shaking fingers, she signed her name on the line that sealed her future.
Luca took the papers back, looking satisfied.
"The wedding is in two weeks," he said. "Until then, you stay under my protection. My men will be watching."
He leaned in close, lips brushing her ear.
"Ninety days after the wedding," he whispered. "You have ninety days to decide if you can live with this. If you still want to leave after that, I'll let you go. Debt cleared. Family safe. No consequences."
"But if you stay..." His voice dropped even lower. "You stay completely. Body. Soul. Everything."
He pulled back and tapped the window. The car door opened.
"Go home," he said. "Pack what you need. My men will come and get you tomorrow."
Elena stepped out on unsteady legs. The car drove away.
She stood on the sidewalk for a long time, the signed papers feeling like a brand on her soul.
When she finally walked back inside, her father was waiting with a nervous smile.
"It's done?" he asked.
"It's done," she said quietly.
Marco looked at her from the corner, eyes full of guilt and rage.
Elena went upstairs without another word. She locked her door, sat on her bed, and stared at the wall.
Nobody was coming to save her. She was completely alone.
The signed contract lay on her desk like a death warrant. She kept staring at it until the words blurred. *Ninety days*. That was all she had. Three months to hate him, survive him, and walk away with her life still intact. It had to be enough. She was strong enough. She had to be.
A soft knock sounded on her door, she didn’t answer.
The knock came again, firmer this time.
“Elena.”
Luca’s voice, right outside her room.
Her heart slammed against her ribs. She hadn’t heard him come upstairs. She hadn’t heard anything.
“I know you’re in there,” he said through the wood. “Open the door.”
She stayed frozen.
After a long silence, his voice dropped even lower.
“Ninety days, Elena. That’s what I’m giving you. Ninety days to decide if you can live with being mine. Hate me. Fight me. Curse my name every single night. But when those days are over, if you still want to leave… I’ll let you go.”
Elena closed her eyes tightly.
“But if even a small part of you wants to stay,” he continued, “then you stay forever. No more running. No more games.”
The silence that followed felt suffocating.
Then came the final blow.
“I already know which way you’ll choose,” he said softly. “You just don’t know it yet.”
His footsteps moved away down the hallway.
Elena remained on the bed, breathing hard, fists clenched in her lap.
For the first time since this nightmare began, she felt truly terrified.
She wasn't terrified because Luca had forced her, but because a tiny, treacherous part of her was already wondering if he was right.
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