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Chapter 1: The Golden Cage
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2026-05-28 02:57:23I woke up on my 21st birthday with my heart already racing. Sunlight poured into my bedroom in the Vance mansion, lighting up the furniture and the silk sheets. This was the day everything changed. Or at least I hoped it would.
A firm knock hit my door. “Alessia, downstairs. Now.” Dante’s voice, deep and commanding. My oldest brother didn’t wait for an answer. I threw on a thin robe and hurried after him.
In the massive garage, the whole family waited. My Father, Don Vittorio, stood like the king he was. Marco and Enzo flanked him, smirking. And there, a few steps behind Dante, was Killian Romano. Tall and built like a weapon, with cold grey eyes and scars peeking from his collar. He didn’t speak. He never needed to.
Dante stepped forward, keys dangling from his fingers. A sleek white Ferrari sat in the center of the garage, custom paint shining under the lights. “Happy birthday, little sister. She’s all yours. Custom made. And with it comes freedom. You’re no longer a child. You can visit the family clubs now. But guards stay close. Always.”
I stared at the car, my pulse pounding. Freedom. Real freedom, even if it had chains. I hugged Dante tight, breathing in his familiar scent. “Thank you. I love it.”
Father nodded once, pleased. Marco clapped my back. Enzo teased me about not crashing it on day one. But all I could feel was the gaze on my skin from across the room.
Killian leaned against the garage wall, arms crossed over his broad chest. His black suit stretched tight across his shoulders. His gaze locked on me. It was hot, intense, cutting right through the thin robe like I stood there naked. Those grey eyes dragged slowly down my body and back up. My nipples tightened. Heat flared between my legs. He said nothing. Just watched, jaw clenched like he was fighting something.
I'm standing there in the garage, but all I want to do is to walk straight to him. Instead, I forced a smile for my family and looked away. Killian was Dante’s best friend. His right hand. The family enforcer. Ten years older than me. Completely off limits.
I've had a crush on him for as long as I can remember. But he always sees me as his little sister he should always protect. But I'm tired of being seen as a child and I plan on taking matters into my own hands.
The rest of the morning blurred. Breakfast, more gifts, Father reminding me about rules even on my birthday. By afternoon, I was buzzing. Sofia arrived, my best friend and partner in crime. We went shopping for clothes.
“Time to get you ready for tonight,” she said, eyes sparkling as she dragged me out of the house after greeting my brothers.
We went to different boutiques and bought a lot. We stopped to rest and have a quick lunch break. With guards stationed discreetly, of course.
“You're going to look like a fucking goddess,” Sofia said. “Killian won’t be able to keep his eyes off you. That man is going to break tonight. He has to.” she nods in confidence. I laugh softly.
"What if he doesn't?" I sigh. "Then he's probably gay". Sofia says with all determination and I laugh.
Our last stop was to get heels and makeup.
Later that evening, we were preparing for our night out. I stood in front of my full length mirror, heart hammering. All I cared about was tonight. No more princess dresses. No more playing it safe. I wanted to look like a woman who took what she wanted.
Sofia burst through the doors with excitement, her eyes lighting up when she saw me in just my lace bra and panties. Not sure to consider them as panties though.
“Yes, girl. Time to transform. That leather dress we picked is going to make every man in the club lose his mind. Especially the one who matters.”
There was a knock at the door. I quickly put on a big shirt and opened it. It was Enzo. "I came to check how our little princess is doing".
" Not a little princess anymore" Sofia countered from behind me. I laughed.
Enzo smirked "Sure. Not a little Princess. Just be careful out there". I reassured him. " Don't worry. I'm a Vance. Plus there'll be security". He nodded then left. I closed the door behind him and locked it.
As I turned back, I saw Sofia holding the black leather mini dress. It was short, tight, and dangerous. The neckline plunged deep between my breasts, and the hem would barely cover my ass. I stepped into it, wiggling as the cool leather stretched over my hips and thighs. Sofia zipped the back, and I sucked in a breath. It hugged every curve of my delicate frame, pushing my breasts up high. I let my long dark hair pour down. I looked myself in the mirror and I looked hot.
I was going to make Killian feel every bit of the fire he started in me.
This night was mine.
And I planned to push him until he snapped.
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