The big black car stopped in front of a huge house. Hazel looked out the window. The mansion was dark and cold. Big guards stood by the door. She felt her heart beat fast.
The driver opened her door. "Miss Romano, this is your new home."
She stepped out slowly. The air felt heavy. A man in a black suit opened the door for her. He didn't smile.
"Mr. Moretti is waiting," he said.
Hazel walked through the big hallway. Everything looked rich—shiny floors, gold lights, and big paintings on the walls. But it didn't feel warm. It felt like a place with no love.
Then she saw him.
Zyran Moretti stood at the end of the room. He wore a black shirt, black pants, and a cold face. His eyes were dark and sharp. He looked at her like she was something he had bought.
So, you're Hazel," he said. His voice was deep and calm.
She nodded. "Yes."
"You will be my wife in twelve days. From now on, you live here. Follow my rules, and we'll have no problems."
Hazel looked at him. "I didn't choose this."
He stepped closer. "Neither did I. But this is the life we live. You belong to me now."
His words felt like chains.
Hazel didn't speak. She just stood there, her heart full of fear and her body was trembling .She was in a stranger's home. A stranger who was dangerous. A stranger who would soon be her husband.
And this was only the beginning.