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Chapter one

Elara’s POV “ELARA!” my mother’s voice sounded through the thin walls of our tiny apartment. “Get down here!” I closed my journal that was filled with neat rows of numbers and the things I wished to have. I took a breath and looked at my right side. My sister was still sleeping. Mira, She was 10 years old, and too innocent for this world. I brushed a strand of hair off her forehead. She didn’t even stir. She must’ve been exhausted from crying last night. “Elara!!” Mom called out my name again. I was already tired from the pre-drama that was about to happen. I wonder what she wanted from me now. I pushed open my bedroom door and froze at the top of the stairs. I saw two men standing in our living room. I immediately recognized who they were debt collectors. They always wore black jackets and gold chains. That was like their symbol of recognition. One turned when he heard the creak of my feet on the steps. His eyes slid over me slowly. I swallowed hard and made my way down.

Chapter two

Dante's POV I had just taken another heavy dose of medication that had affected my body.I sat in my office, elbows on the cold desk, trying to ignore the sharp ache burning through the left side of my chest. The pain–it comes and goes. It got unbearable day by day but I never let it affect me.My doctor calls my condition “unstable,” but I know that’s his polite way of saying you might drop dead any minute if you push too hard.As if I’ve ever lived any other way.“Boss,” Luca’s voice breaks through my thoughts. My right-hand man stood at the door, sharp-eyed, jaw locked. “They’re ready for you downstairs.”“Which they?” I asked without looking at him.“The Sandros famiglia,” he said. “They came to renegotiate territory. They also demanded that you attend tonight’s auction.”I looked up at him slowly.“Demanded?” My voice was low and quiet. I scoffed. “Or what?”“They insist you show your face… or they’ll assume you’re getting weak.” He avoided meeting my eyes. “There’s been… talk.

Chapter three

Elara’s POV The leather seat felt too soft for someone like me. I sat stiffly between two stone-faced men, my hair still wet and sticking to my skin. I couldn't breathe well. Not even a coat was given to me to make me feel warm. I sat straight up, my mind running back to him.Dante Caruso.The man who bid one million for me without blinking.I knew who Dante Caruso was. Everyone in the city did. He didn’t need an introduction. He was a feared mafia Lord in Italy. But I'd never seen him before. How could I? He was in places I could only dream of being. I'd often overhear people say, “ The Caruso's are monsters. But you see the heir, Dante Caruso…He's the demon himself. You mess with him and you’re dead before sunrise.”And here I was.Bought, Owned by him.*********When the car finally pulled up to the mansion, my breath left my body.Not because it was beautiful. But because it was terrifying too. Nothing I'd ever seen. I watched as the car in front stopped and Mr Dante Carus

Chapter four

DANTE’S POVSitting in my study while partially skimming through some documents I was barely interested in, I watched the cigar burning between my cousin Rico's fingers. Old me would have asked him to pass for a light puff, but my frail heart couldn't take that these days. Rico stood near the shelves, pretending to read something. He’d been doing that for ten minutes. He’s waiting for me to speak. I didn't have anything important to tell him. So I didn't.Eventually, he broke the silence.“Are you actually gonna go through with it?”I didn't look up. “I said I was.”Rico scoffed. “So, you bought a girl at an auction and your first thought is: ‘Yes. I want this one to give me a child.’ Dante, what the hell?”My jaw ticked. “She’s the best option I have right now. I felt a connection with her.”“Yeah right, more like someone to control.”I lifted my eyes to him. He didn’t flinch.“You need an heir,” he continued. “A real one, your blood. Not adopted, again your blood. Your legacy. Y

Chapter five

Elara’s pov I stood frozen. What just happened!!?My heart pounded so loudly I was sure everyone could hear it.What have I done?Dante was lying on the floor, face pale, eyes half-closed, struggling for air.His mistress, Alicia threw herself over him hurriedly, digging into his desk drawer with desperate fingers.“Here! The epi-pen!” she hissed, pulling out a small syringe and stabbing it into his thigh.I watched, helpless. I wanted to do something. I wanted to help.Dante’s body jerked violently on the couch, his lungs fighting for air as Alicia stabbed the syringe into his thigh. His hands clawed against the cushions, veins bulging at his neck. His right hand man shouted something, but it felt like I was underwater, unable to make sense of anything except Dante’s strangled gasps.“Dante!” Alicia called him, grabbing his face. “Come on, breathe. Breathe!”He inhaled sharply, too sharply and then choked, his body convulsing again. I took a step forward instinctively, but Alicia s

Chapter six

Dante povPain drags me back to the surface.Not gently.Violently.My chest burns. My lungs feel too small. My heart stutters once twice then settles into a slow, mocking rhythm, like it’s reminding me it still owns me.I open my eyes.White ceiling. Low lights. The faint scent of antiseptic.Alive.Again.I don’t move right away. I let my breathing even out, slow and deliberate. Panic has never saved anyone in my world.Someone is standing nearby.I turn my head slightly.Elara.She stands a few feet from the bed, rigid, hands clasped tight in front of her. Her face is pale, eyes red and swollen like she’s been crying for hours. She looks like she’s waiting for a verdict.Good.Fear keeps people attentive.“Come here,” I say.My voice is rough, still scraped raw by the attack. I hate that she hears it.She steps closer immediately. No hesitation. No defiance.That alone tells me more than words ever could.She didn’t mean to hurt me.But intent doesn’t undo consequences.I push myse

Chapter seven

Elara povMy phone rings like an alarm meant to punish me.I wake up already panicking, heart racing before my eyes even open. For one horrible second, I think I’m back in my old room, waiting to hear my stepfather shouting. Then the silence reminds me where I really am.Dante’s house.My mistake.My future.The phone keeps ringing.I grab it with shaking fingers.Unknown Caller.I answer before it can stop.“Yes?”“Elara.” Alicia’s voice is smooth, clipped, awake in a way that makes me instantly feel behind. “You’re up.”It isn’t a question.“Yes, ma’am.”“Good. Get ready. Dante has asked to see you.”My stomach drops, not tightens, drops, like the floor has vanished beneath me.“Is something wrong?” I ask carefully.A pause. Long enough to make my thoughts spiral.“No,” Alicia says lightly. “Today is your first doctor’s appointment. You’ll need to be tested.”Tested.The word echoes, heavy and final.“What kind of tests?” I ask.“All of them,” she replies. “Blood work. Hormones. Fer

Chapter eight

Dante povThe doctor doesn’t sit down.That’s the first sign something matters.He stands near the desk, tablet in hand, posture professional but careful. People only get careful around me when they’re about to say something they don’t control.I don’t tell him to speak.I wait.Silence has always made men honest.“The results came back faster than expected,” he says finally.I nod once.Alicia sits beside me, legs crossed, hands folded neatly in her lap. She’s calm on the surface. Too calm. I recognize that stillness. It’s how people brace themselves.“Start,” I say.The doctor clears his throat. “Elara is healthy. No chronic illness. No genetic red flags.”Alicia exhales softly, almost relieved.I don’t react.“And?” I ask.He hesitates. Just a fraction of a second.“And she’s fertile,” he continues. “Highly, actually. Hormone levels are optimal. Her body is… well-suited for conception and pregnancy.”The words land clean. Clinical. Efficient.Alicia’s fingers tighten together.I le

Chapter nine

ElaraI wake up to the sound of my door opening.Not knocking.Opening.I jolt upright in bed, heart slamming hard against my ribs. For half a second, I don’t know where I am. Then the heavy curtains, the unfamiliar ceiling, the silence of the mansion crash back into me.A maid steps in, eyes down.“Get dressed,” she says quietly. “You’re needed.”My throat tightens. “Needed… where?”She hesitates. “The master asked for you.”Of course he did.I slide out of bed, my legs shaky, my skin cold despite the thick covers. My mind races through possibilities. Punishment. More rules. Maybe worse.I dress quickly. Simple clothes. Nothing tight. Nothing that could draw attention.By the time I step into the hallway, two guards are already waiting.They don’t speak.They just lead.The mansion feels different today.Heavier.Every step echoes too loudly. Every corner feels watched. When we reach the sitting room, the guards stop.“Wait,” one says.The door opens.“Send her in.”Dante’s voice.M

Chapter ten

Alicia POV I was already in the mansion when they returned.That mattered.I sat in Dante’s office, legs crossed, fingers wrapped around a glass I hadn’t touched. The room smelled faintly of leather and medication clean, sharp, familiar. His space always steadied me. It reminded me where I belonged.The sound of the front doors opening carried through the house.Footsteps.Two sets.I straightened slowly.When Dante walked in with her beside him, I didn’t move.He stopped first.His gaze found me instantly.“I thought you had gone home,” he said calmly. “What are you doing here?”No irritation. No warmth. Just control.I rose to my feet, smoothing my dress. “I decided to stay,” I replied lightly. “After today, I thought you might need me.”His eyes flicked briefly to Elara.She stood there quietly, hands folded, gaze lowered. She looked tired. Pale. Smaller than she had this morning.Interesting.“You didn’t need to,” Dante said. “But since you’re here”“I’ll come in later,” I said q

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