Luca POV
Releasing her, I stepped back slightly, giving her space to breathe. Her eyes were dazed, cheeks flushed, and she looked confused by her own reactions.
"I want to show you around and introduce you to the staff," I said, my voice calm and measured. She flinched slightly, and I couldn't help but smile inwardly at the effect I had on her. Her widened eyes betrayed a mix of surprise and apprehension. By allowing her freedom, I subtly conveyed my control, demonstrating that I didn't fear her wandering the estate. It was a calculated gesture—trust earned through controlled liberty.
Her confusion was evident, and I relished the moment. After all, my estate sat miles from civilization, a fortress surrounded by layers of security and loyal staff. There was no logical reason to restrict her movements. On the contrary, letting her move freely was essential to earning her trust quickly.
Taking her hand, I led her out of the library. First stop: the studio I had prepared for her, outfitted with all the supplies she could possibly need.
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Yasmine POV
Luca introduced me to his butler and a few other employees while Maria lingered in the corner, her skeptical gaze fixed on me. Giulio, the butler, appeared to be in his late fifties, yet he moved with the energy and precision of a man half his age.
The estate sprawled majestically, its grounds dotted with distant structures that hinted at wine production. Rustic charm met modern functionality, and sunlight glinted off the windows like jewels scattered across the greenery.
Yet, the serene beauty couldn't mask the omnipresent security. A team of towering guards, armed with military-grade rifles—AK-47s—stood sentinel around the perimeter. Their presence transformed the estate from a lavish villa into a fortified stronghold. The grandeur I saw was built on more than just wealth; power and control underpinned it.
Despite the ominous security, I focused on my plan: patience, observation, and the eventual opportunity to escape. The estate included a secluded pool surrounded by trees, and beyond that, vast vineyards stretched into the distance—a formidable obstacle. I couldn't help but scan for vehicles or other means of getaway, though hope felt like a distant ember.
After the tour, Luca instructed me to return to my room. Settling in, exhaustion claimed me, and I drifted into a restless sleep.
I was abruptly awakened by Maria shaking me awake. Her disapproving gaze left no room for conversation. "Get downstairs for dinner," she commanded, curt and unwavering.
After changing quickly into a simple white tank top, jean shorts, and flip-flops, I made my way downstairs. Comfort mattered more than fashion tonight. A maid directed me toward the dining room, where Luca awaited at the head of the table, unchanged from earlier, his presence commanding and unyielding.