Aria sat frozen, gripping the hem of her dress with trembling fingers. She couldn't understand a single word.
The conversation between Enzo and Elyon was in Italian—fast, sharp, and filled with tension. The only thing she could do was watch.
Her wide, innocent eyes flickered between them as they spoke. She could tell they were discussing her, but the words were a mystery.
She swung her legs slightly, a nervous habit from childhood, making her seem even smaller.
Her mind raced.
What were they saying?
She could only pick up a few words—"familia," "ritornare," and "moglie."
Family… return… wife?
Her chest tightened.
What did that mean?
Her breathing quickened as she clutched her hands together.
Then, suddenly, Enzo's voice cut through the air, his tone smooth yet final.
"Lei vive con me."
Aria stiffened.
She didn't understand the full sentence, but those words…
Live with me.
Her heart slammed against her ribs.
A Decision Made
There was a long silence before the woman on the couch finally stood up, stretching lazily.
Aria flinched.
She was beautiful—tall, elegant, but there was something dangerous in her sharp eyes.
The woman smirked and spoke in Italian, but this time, Aria picked up one word she knew.
"Moglie."
Wife.
The woman crossed her arms and turned toward Enzo.
"So, she is your wife now?" she asked, but her tone was teasing, almost mocking.
Enzo's expression didn't change.
"You have a problem with that?" His voice was calm but carried an undeniable weight.
The woman let out a soft chuckle. "No, no. Not at all." She tilted her head, studying Aria like she was some rare, amusing creature. "You're the best option, after all."
Aria's brows furrowed.
Best option? For what?
The woman continued, speaking with a slow smirk.
"You're the only man I trust when it comes to women. You don't touch them unless necessary."
Enzo's expression remained unreadable.
"You know me well," he murmured.
The woman turned back to Aria, her gaze lingering on the girl's delicate features.
"Then, no problem. She stays with you."
Aria's stomach twisted.
Trapped
She didn't know why, but everything felt wrong.
Like she had just been sold again—but this time, the buyer wasn't a stranger.
It was the man standing in front of her. The man who kissed her hand with a smirk. The man who spoke in a language she couldn't understand but held the power to decide her fate in a single sentence.
Her throat felt dry.
"U-Um…" she tried to speak, but her voice barely came out.
Enzo's dark eyes flickered to her.
His gaze was unreadable, but there was something in them—something that made her stomach twist even more.
Without breaking eye contact, he spoke once more.
This time in English.
"You will live with me."
It wasn't a question.
It was a decision.
A final, irreversible decision.