(Present)
Noah take that letter. With him inside the room and hide it under his bed, he sleep after crying...
Next morning :
The smell of eggs and honey filled the hallway long before I opened my eyes.
Warmth spread over the sheets, and the faint sound of someone moving in the kitchen echoed through the penthouse like a strange lullaby. For a moment, I stayed still, letting the sunlight rest on my eyelids, pretending I was somewhere else—someone else. Someone waking up in a world where kindness wasn't suspicious.
But I wasn't that boy.
I opened my eyes to remember exactly who I was.
And I was still here.
The silk sheets beneath me felt like a lie. Everything Alessio gave me felt like a lie.
My body ached—not from violence, but from fear that still clung to my skin like smoke. I hadn't spoken a word since he dragged me out of that man's car. He hadn't asked. Just carried me in like I weighed nothing, like he wasn't the one who had thrown me out in the first place.
Now he was cooking breakfast.
I pulled on the soft robe left at the foot of the bed—new, still tagged. I dragged my feet to the doorway, careful not to let them make noise against the marble floors.
There he was.
Alessio Romano, Mafia Prince, storm in a human suit—wearing an apron. Whistling. Pouring orange juice.
"What the fuck…" I whispered under my breath.
He glanced up the second he heard me, like he'd been waiting.
"Good. You're awake." His voice was quieter than usual. Calmer. No threats, no command. "Come sit."
I didn't move.
He took the plate in his hand and set it on the counter. "It's French toast. With those shitty sugary strawberries you like."
"Why are you doing this?" I asked, my voice flat.
He looked at me then—really looked—and for a moment, I hated that there was no mocking in his eyes. No rage. Just something tired. Something bruised.
"You were hurt," he said. "And it was my fault."
My stomach twisted. "You think French toast fixes that?"
"No," he said simply. "But it's a start."
I hated that it smelled good. I hated that I sat down. I hated that I ate every bite.
Because deep down, some part of me—some stupid, lonely part—wanted to believe the monster could be soft.
I want to believe he don't exchange files for her life.
I wanted to believe Alora had been right.
But that's the thing with dreams. They always wake you up bleeding.
He brought over another box after breakfast. I stared at it like it was a bomb.
"Open it," he said.
I did.
Clothes. Expensive. Soft. Beautiful.
I touched a silk shirt, fingertips grazing its surface. My heart sank.
Because even these gifts, this sudden sweetness, weren't love. They were distraction.
They were strategy.
Just like mine.
He sat down across from me and pulled out a black folder. He didn't open it. Just rested his hand on top.
"Noah," he began, voice steady. "My family is pressuring me for a marriage. For an heir I don't have any choice I have my duties to fulfil."
I didn't look at him.
He continued. "I'm offering a deal. A two-year contract. You'll be my legal spouse. You'll live with me in my house, carry my heir. In return, I'll give you security. Freedom from your past. Anything you want."
Silence.
I could hear the ticking of the clock above us.
"You'll get to walk away at the end," he said, his tone unreadable. "Rich"."Unclaimed."
A hollow laugh crawled up my throat. "Unclaimed?"
"You know what I mean."
I looked at him then. Really looked.
He was serious.
This man—who threatened to ruin me, who kissed like a punishment, who saved me without asking—was now offering me a crown made of chains.
A marriage of ink, not love.
But what had I expected?
I stared down at the contract as he finally opened it in front of me
. The words swam before my eyes. "Two-year agreement." "Heir production." "Non-romantic affiliation." "No emotional liability."
My chest felt heavy.
And then I thought of her.
Alora's smile. Her dreams. Her soft fingers brushing my hair out of my face while she said, "Love is a fight, baby bird. And you fight like a storm."
She had believed in love even when everything around her was death. She had wanted to adopt me. Give me a future. A home.
And now here I was.
Sitting in silk. Being sold in paper.
If this world only gave me thorns—
Then I would wear them like a crown.
I would turn every lie into a blade. Every betrayal into fire. And I would burn him down with a smile on my face.
I looked up, voice steady. "I'll marry you."
Alessio's jaw tensed. "What?"
"I'll sign it," I repeated, reaching for the pen.
His shock was obvious. He blinked once, as if expecting a punch instead.
"You don't have to decide now—"
"I've already decided."
Theo and Enzo barged into the room a moment later—cheerful as always broke the silence between us. The mood snapped like a rubber band.
"You won't believe it," Theo was saying. "Alessio skipped meetings this morning—wait, is it something serious why are you both glaring at each other?"
Enzo raised an eyebrow. "And you Noah eating breakfast with Alessio?"
Their eyes landed on the open contract. On the pen in my hand.
Theo gasped, "Wait—you're getting married?!"
Enzo blinked. "Wait. What the fuck?"
Alessio cleared his throat. "It's a contract marriage."
Theo's jaw dropped. "Dude. That's not better." " We want a grand grand wedding broooo"
I smiled faintly and said nothing.
Because they didn't know.
They didn't know I wasn't saying yes for love they think Alessio the monster has a soft spot for me noo,
I was saying yes for war.
Let the king think he was winning.
Let him build his castle on my silence.
Because when it crumbled—
I'd be the one holding the crown.
You will fall from the sky, and I will be the one to cut your wings.
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