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HE STEPPED OUT OF THE SHADOWS WITH A SMOKE IN HIS HAND AND SAID: "YOUR FATHER OWES ME A LIFE, LITTLE BIRD. BUT I THINK I’LL TAKE YOURS INSTEAD." / Chapter 2 / 10

Chapter 2 - The Contract of the Seamstress

The transition from her damp, cramped reality to the absolute luxury of the Moretti estate happened so fast it felt like a fever dream. By 3:00 a.m., Arthur had been thrown into a private clinic under guard to sober up and heal his broken ribs. Elena, however, was driven to a massive limestone mansion hidden deep within the forested hills of Illinois.

She sat in the center of a breathtaking library, surrounded by thousands of leather-bound books and a roaring fireplace. She was still shivering, her hands wrapped around a porcelain cup of hot tea a silent maid had placed in front of her.

The heavy double doors swung open, and Lucian walked in. He had discarded his suit jacket, his white silk shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the dark ink of a sprawling tattoo that climbed up his throat.

He dropped a thick, cream-colored document onto the table before her.

"Sign it," Lucian commanded, throwing himself onto the sofa opposite her.

Elena looked down at the elegant script. "What is this?"

"Your new life," he said simply. "For the next twelve months, you belong to this estate. You will act as my personal seamstress, mending the custom garments for my men, altering my wardrobe, and performing whatever domestic duties I require. In exchange, your father’s debt is suspended. If you stay the entire year without running, the debt is erased completely."

Elena stared at the contract. "And if I say no?"

Lucian leaned forward, his storm-colored eyes pinning her to the chair. "Then your father goes back into the river, and you go back to your laundry room, wondering which day his body will wash ashore."

Elena’s hand trembled as she picked up the heavy gold pen. She looked at the signature line. This was the moment her life truly ended. Her dream shop, her freedom, her own identity—all surrendered to save a man who had never saved her.

"Why me?" she asked quietly, looking up at him. "You have millions of dollars. You can hire the best tailors in the world. Why drag a girl from the laundry blocks into your house?"

Lucian’s gaze darkened, his eyes tracking the delicate line of her collarbone beneath her damp shirt. An intense, predatory expression crossed his face, one that made her pulse spike with a strange, terrifying heat.

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The ambulance siren wailed in the distance, a rising shriek that cut through the rainy night like a knife. I didn't wait for them. I held Arianne against my chest, feeling the terrifyingly erratic rhythm of her pulse, and bolted down the grand mahogany staircase.

The ambulance siren wailed in the distance, a rising shriek that cut thr...

The heavy cabin door hissed shut behind me, sealing in the scent of expensive cologne, manufactured corporate harmony, and betrayal. As I stepped back onto the sun-baked tarmac of the private aviation terminal, the stifling afternoon heat hit me like a physical blow. Behind the thick, tinted glass of the jet's windows, I could see Carter’s silhouette—his jaw set in that familiar, arrogant angle of a man who believed he had just successfully disciplined a disobedient pet.

The heavy cabin door hissed shut behind me, sealing in the scent of expe...

"Because the moment you walked into my basement, you didn't look at my guards, and you didn't look at the money on the table," Lucian murmured, standing up and walking toward her. He leaned down, placing his hands on the armrests of her chair, trapping her effectively. "You looked straight at me, Elena. No one looks at me like that and walks away."

She signed her name.

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