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Chapter 5
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2026-06-01 16:53:30The Point of No Return
Elena barely remembered how she got home. The city lights blurred past the taxi window as her mind replayed every second in Sandroās office. His dark eyes tracing her body, the heat of his fingers brushing her neck, the way her traitorous body had responded with slick heat between her thighs. She hated herself for it. Hated how even now, hours later, her core still throbbed with unwanted arousal.
Her apartment felt smaller than ever when she finally stepped inside. Claire was still on the pull-out couch, face tight with pain even in sleep. The crisis from earlier had not fully passed. Elena stood in the doorway for a long moment, just watching her little sister breathe. The weight of the decision pressed down on her chest like a concrete slab.
She called Juliette.
āEllie? What the hell happened?ā Julietteās voice was sharp with worry the moment she picked up. āYou sound like youāve seen a ghost.ā
Elena sank onto the floor, back against the wall, and told her everything. The debt. The contract. The rules. The way Sandro had looked at her like he already owned her body and soul. She left out the part where her nipples had hardened and sheād gotten wet just from his proximity.
āJesus Christ, Elena,ā Juliette breathed. āThis sounds like a trap. A very expensive, very dangerous trap. You canāt seriously be considering this.ā
āI donāt have a choice,ā Elena whispered, eyes stinging with tears she refused to let fall. āThe numbers in that envelopeā¦ Claireās next hospital stay alone would bury us. And the things he said about my fatherā¦ about the Conti family. I think theyāre already watching us.ā
The line went quiet for a beat.
āJustā¦ donāt sign anything until I come over tomorrow. Weāll figure something out. Youāre not selling your life to some mafia-adjacent billionaire, okay?ā
Elena didnāt answer. She couldnāt promise that.
Not long after hanging up, Claireās pain spiked again. Elena rushed her to the hospital in the middle of the night. Seeing her sister in that sterile bed, small and fragile under the harsh lights, broke something deep inside Elena.
āHey, baby,ā she whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking Claireās braids. āIām gonna fix this. I promise. Youāre never going to hurt like this again.ā
Claire smiled sleepily. āYou always say that.ā
This time, Elena meant it with her entire soul.
On her way out of the hospital, the feeling hit her. The unmistakable sensation of being watched. A black SUV with tinted windows sat idling across the street. When she looked directly at it, the lights flicked off. Her skin crawled. She hurried home, constantly glancing over her shoulder, heart hammering.
That night was hell.
She lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the contract folder open beside her like a loaded weapon. Every clause replayed in her head. The curfews. The obedience. The public affection. The way Sandro had looked at her mouth like he wanted to claim it. Like he wanted to claim her.
Her body betrayed her again. As she thought about his broad shoulders and that deep voice saying āSign, and your sister lives,ā heat pooled between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together, ashamed of the slickness gathering there. What kind of woman got wet thinking about a man who wanted to cage her?
She touched herself in the dark, biting her lip to stay quiet. Imagining his large hand instead of her own. Imagining him pinning her against that glass wall in his office, voice rough in her ear as he told her exactly how a good wife should behave. The orgasm came fast and sharp, leaving her more ashamed than satisfied.
By morning, her decision was made.
She dressed carefully. The best blouse she owned, her least-worn jeans, and returned to Rossi Tower with the signed contract burning a hole in her bag. Security didnāt even make her wait this time. They escorted her straight up.
Alessandro was waiting.
He stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, hands in his pockets, looking every inch the untouchable king of New York. When she entered, his dark eyes swept over her slowly, possessively, lingering on her breasts and the curve of her hips before returning to her face. Dark satisfaction gleamed in his gaze.
āYou came back,ā he said, voice low and smooth.
Elena didnāt speak. She simply pulled the signed contract from her bag and placed it on his desk with shaking hands.
Sandro picked it up, flipping through the pages slowly, deliberately. A slow, predatory smile curved his lips when he saw her signature.
āGood girl,ā he murmured.
He opened a drawer and took out a small velvet box. Elenaās breath caught as he opened it, revealing a stunning diamond ring. Elegant but massive, clearly expensive enough to buy her entire apartment building.
He rounded the desk and stopped directly in front of her. So close she could feel the heat of his body again. Without asking, he took her left hand in his. His fingers were warm, strong, slightly calloused in a way that made her wonder what those hands had done. What they could do.
He slid the ring onto her finger slowly, almost sensually. It fit perfectly. Of course it did. Heād probably had her finger size measured weeks ago.
He didnāt let go.
Instead, he held her hand longer than necessary, his thumb stroking over her knuckles in a slow, intimate circle that sent sparks racing up her arm and straight to her core. Elenaās breath hitched. She looked up at him and found his eyes burning with raw hunger.
āWelcome to my world, Elena Rossi,ā he said, voice dark and velvety with promise. āTry not to break.ā
The words sent a shiver through her entire body.
Before she could respond, he released her hand and gestured toward the door. āThe car is waiting. Your things are already being packed and moved to the penthouse.ā
Elena followed him down in silence. Outside, a sleek blacked-out Maybach waited, engine purring like a contented predator. Sandro opened the door for her himself. As she slid into the luxurious leather seat, the scent of new car and his cologne wrapped around her.
He climbed in beside her, thigh brushing hers in the spacious back seat. The door closed with a heavy, final sound.
The car pulled smoothly into traffic. City lights blurred past the tinted windows as the weight of what sheād just done crashed over Elena like a tidal wave.
She had signed her life away.
She had sold herself to the devil.
And the worst part, the most terrifying, shameful part was the slick heat still lingering between her thighs and the way her body trembled with dark anticipation at the thought of what waited for her in his penthouse.
Alessandro Rossi watched her in the dim light, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
She was his now.
And something told her he had no intention of ever letting her go.
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