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Chapter 5 – The Offer
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Morning came far too quickly.Elena awoke with a start, heart pounding, sweat clinging to her skin as fragments of her dream slipped through her fingers like smoke. Adrien’s voice had haunted her all night, his eyes as cold and sharp as steel. She sat up slowly, her head heavy, her gaze falling on the folder still on her desk.It hadn’t moved. It hadn’t opened itself. But it may as well have.Because even in silence, it screamed at her.A knock came at her door. Soft. Hesitant. Her mother’s voice followed.“Elena? Breakfast is ready.”Her throat was too tight to answer, but she forced a quiet, “Coming.” She splashed water on her face, braided her hair quickly, and came to the kitchen.The smell of warm bread and eggs filled the air, but she had no appetite. Her little brother, Mateo, was already at the table, kicking his legs against the chair, grinning at her like nothing in the world was wrong.“Morning, Lena!” He pushed the plate toward her. “Mama made your favorite.”Her chest ach
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The night air outside Adrien’s mansion was colder than she remembered. Elena wrapped her coat tighter around her shoulders as the guard led her back to the waiting car. She could still feel the weight of his eyes on her, even though he was nowhere in sight.Her fingers itched to throw the folder out the window, to rip it apart and scatter the pieces into the wind. But she couldn’t. It sat on her lap like a living thing, heavy and suffocating, every page binding her tighter to him.A marriage contract.She pressed her lips together until they hurt. The words echoed in her mind with every bump of the road as the car wound back toward the city.Marriage. To Adrien D’Angelo.She had less than twenty-four hours to decide.When the car finally pulled into her street, the familiar sight of their small, worn-down house nearly broke her. The porch light was still on — her mother’s way of telling her she was waiting, worrying.“Elena?” Her mother was at the door the moment she stepped out. Her
Mafia's Heir Chapter 5 – The Offer
The car slowed as it climbed the final hill, its headlights cutting through the night. Elena pressed her forehead against the cold window, staring at the dark road ahead. Her heart had been thundering since they left her neighborhood, every beat a reminder that she was getting closer to the one man she’d tried to avoid for weeks.Adrien.She didn’t know why he’d summoned her, only that the guard who delivered the message had left no room for refusal. Come tonight. Alone.Her hands twisted together in her lap. Every instinct screamed at her to run back home, to hide under the covers and pretend none of this was happening — but she couldn’t. The debt was real. The danger was real. If she didn’t face him, her family would pay the price.When the car finally stopped, she lifted her head and froze.Adrien’s mansion stretched before her like a fortress carved from shadow and steel. Its black gates had already swung open, welcoming her inside like the jaws of some patient predator. The drive
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Elena woke before sunrise, her chest tight and her mind buzzing with everything that had happened last night.The envelope was still under her pillow. She had checked twice during the night, afraid it might disappear, afraid this would all turn out to be a bad dream she couldn’t wake from.When she finally sat up, the sky was still dark, the house quiet except for the faint hum of the fridge in the kitchen.She got dressed slowly, pulling on her plainest clothes — dark jeans, a simple blouse — and brushed her hair back into a low ponytail. She didn’t know why she felt like she had to look neat, but something told her appearances mattered in this world she was about to step into.Her mother was already awake, sitting at the table with a mug of tea, her eyes distant.“You don’t have to go alone,” her mother said softly when Elena entered.“I do,” Elena replied gently, sliding the envelope into her bag. “This is about me. About us.”Her mother’s lips pressed into a thin line, but she did
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The rain was relentless that night.It clung to Elena’s coat and hair, beading on her eyelashes as she stood at the corner of the street, staring at the house written on the small slip of paper.She had almost turned back twice.Marco’s face kept flashing in her mind, the way his brows had furrowed when he’d asked where she was going. She’d lied, told him she was meeting a supplier about restocking the shop. Her mother hadn’t believed her but hadn’t stopped her either. Maybe she understood — this was something Elena had to do.Elena pulled her coat tighter around herself and crossed the empty street.The building loomed ahead — a dark, heavy-looking house with no sign to indicate what it was. Just black shutters, black door, and a single lamp above it that buzzed faintly against the rain.Her boots squelched in the puddles as she climbed the two stone steps and stood before the door.Her hand hovered over the knocker, her stomach twisting.Before she could knock, the door opened.A ma
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Morning came too early.Elena woke to the sound of rain still tapping against the roof, though softer now, like it was finally running out of tears. The pale gray light filtered through the thin curtains of the small bedroom she shared with her brother, casting everything in a soft, cold glow.Marco was already awake, sitting cross-legged on his bed, pulling on his worn sneakers.“You’re up early,” Elena murmured, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.“I have a test today,” he said simply, tying his laces too tight before untying and starting over. He was always nervous before school tests, and Elena hated that lately he’d had more than just school to worry about.She got up, smoothing the blanket on her bed before heading to the kitchen. The house was quiet except for the soft creak of the wooden floorboards. Their mother was already up too, standing by the stove, her hair tied back in a scarf as she stirred a pot of oatmeal.“Mornin’, mija,” her mother said with a tired smile.Elena kiss
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