Alice's POV
The car slowed.
I looked up, and my breath caught in my throat.
In front of me stood a mansion—huge, dark, and silent. Its black stone walls seemed to swallow the moonlight. The iron gates creaked as they opened, and even the air felt colder as we passed through.
It didn't feel like a home.
It felt like a warning.
I felt my heart beat faster. I wasn't ready for whatever waited inside.
Rafael stepped out first, not saying a word.
The door opened beside me.
I hesitated.
Then his voice came. Calm. Cold.
"Let's go inside, wifey."
I flinched at the word. But I stepped out.
I followed him up the marble steps, my heels echoing in the silence. Two guards stood at the doors, their faces blank, their eyes hollow. I couldn't tell if they were alive or just breathing shadows.
Inside, the mansion was even darker. Black marble floors. Dark wood walls. Expensive, yet suffocating.
This was the home of a king.
A king without a heart.
Rafael didn't spare me a glance as he spoke to one of the servants waiting in silence.
"I'm going to change. Show my lovely wife around the house."
"Yes, sir," the servant nodded immediately.
And just like that, Rafael disappeared up the stairs, leaving me standing there like a stranger.
The servant looked at me politely, but there was no warmth in her eyes.
"Come with me, ma'am."
I followed her silently, feeling like a ghost in someone else's nightmare.
She led me through endless hallways, each colder than the last, until she stopped in front of a door.
She pushed it open.
"This is your room now," she said softly.
I stepped inside.
And froze.
It wasn't just any room.
It was his room.
Large. Minimal. Walls painted in deep gray. A massive bed, black sheets, sharp furniture. It smelled like him—cold cologne and something darker.
A shiver ran down my spine.
I turned slowly, looking at the servant, confused.
"This... this is his room," I whispered.
"Yes, ma'am," she replied calmly. "Now it's yours too."
With that, she bowed slightly and left, closing the door behind her.
Silence swallowed me.
I stood there, not knowing what to do, feeling the weight of the room pressing down on me.
Then, slowly, I walked to the window.
I pulled the curtain aside and looked out.
The world outside was silent. Dark trees. Iron fences. No way out.
A tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it.
Why?
Why did my life lead me here?
I wanted to be free. I wanted to chase dreams.
Instead, I was standing in a stranger's room.
A criminal's room.
A mafia king's room.
And I was his wife.
Tears blurred my vision as I looked at the moon.
What kind of life waits for me now?
I didn't know.
But I was scared to find out.
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