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CHAPTER SIX: Nineteen
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2026-07-12 15:21:42
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"Who's Daniel."It wasn't a question. It came out flat, almost bored, but she'd learned enough about him in four days to know bored was never what it looked like."Nobody you need to worry about.""I wasn't worried." He stepped further into the room, rain still darkening the shoulders of his shirt. "I was curious. You told him not to call again.""You were listening.""I was standing in a doorway. You were loud enough for the whole corridor." He tilted his head slightly, studying her the way he always did, like he was reading something written just under her skin. "Boyfriend?""Was.""Was.""He gave me an ultimatum. I gave him an answer." She pulled her knees up tighter, chin lifted, refusing to let the shake in her hands show in her voice. "Not that it's your business.""Everything in this house is my business.""I'm not part of the house. I'm collateral, remember? You made that very clear."Something shifted behind his eyes. He crossed the room slowly, unhurried the way he always mo
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Ivy saw it from the window before she meant to.Down in the courtyard, an older man was on his knees in the gravel, hands raised, mouth moving fast enough that she could tell he was begging even through glass. Nero stood over him, jacket still buttoned, completely unbothered by the rain starting to fall.He hit him.Open palm, hard enough to snap the man's head sideways, and the sound of it must have carried because two of the guards standing nearby didn't even flinch. Like this was Tuesday. Like this happened often enough that nobody bothered reacting anymore.The man kept begging. Nero said something short, cold, and hit him again.Ivy's stomach turned over.She should have looked away. She couldn't. She stood frozen at the glass, hand pressed flat against her own mouth, watching a man twice Nero's age crumple in the mud while Nero stood over him like it cost him nothing at all.Then his head started to turn. Toward the house. Toward her window.She yanked the curtain shut so fast t
The Mafia King’s Forced Bride CHAPTER SIX: Nineteen
Ivy didn't see him for three days.She tried, the first morning, catching one of the housemaids in the corridor and asking, as steady as she could manage, to speak with him. The woman's face went carefully blank."He's not receiving visitors.""I'm not a visitor. I live here.""He's not receiving anyone," the woman said again, gentler this time, like she pitied Ivy a little for not understanding the difference. "Not today."Not today turned into not tomorrow, and not tomorrow turned into a silence so complete it started to feel like its own kind of punishment. Meals still came. Her room stayed unlocked, oddly, the door he'd claimed control of on the first night now left open like an invitation she was too afraid to take. Nobody explained anything. Nobody so much as mentioned the slap.That silence frightened her more than shouting would have.By the second night she'd stopped sleeping properly, replaying the crack of her own palm against his jaw, the stillness that had followed it, th
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The words hit her like a slap."What?" Her voice came out smaller than she wanted."You heard me.""I said I'd work. I said I'd pay it off." She backed up until the dresser stopped her. "Not this.""You don't get to pick the terms." He shrugged out of his jacket and dropped it over the chair, unhurried, like her fear was something he'd seen a hundred times and stopped finding interesting years ago. "Your father signed for it. You inherited it."His shirt was already half undone at the collar. She hadn't noticed until now, in this light, the ink starting at his collarbone and disappearing under the fabric. Dark lines, something like wings. It should have meant nothing to her. It didn't, and that annoyed her more than he did."I'm a person," she said. "Not something you own because of a signature.""You're both." He stepped closer. "Whether you like the maths or not.""You met me four hours ago." She folded her arms, chin up, refusing to let her voice shake even though her hands already
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Her father didn't look back.Ivy watched him walk through the gate at the end of the drive, shoulders hunched, one of Nero's men beside him like an escort rather than a guard. She waited for him to turn. Even once. She waited for some version of him to shout back that this wasn't right, that he hadn't meant for it to go this far.He didn't turn. The car door closed behind him, and then he was gone, and the silence he left behind said more than anything he could have shouted.She stood in the drive a moment longer than she needed to, feeling something in her chest go cold and hard where the fear had been."This way," the housekeeper said, not unkindly, and Ivy made herself walk.---They didn't take her back to the east room.Three women were waiting in a bathroom bigger than her old kitchen, warm water already running, towels folded with a precision that told her someone had known exactly when she'd be arriving. Nobody explained anything. They simply started, hands efficient and imper
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