Chapter 4 - The Offer In The Library
“Hello, darling,” Vanessa’s voice purred through the speaker. “I just realized I left my favorite diamond bracelet at the house. I’d hate for it to go missing. Has your little maid found it yet?”
I clapped my hands over my mouth, terrified to make a sound. The sheer audacity of her call—taunting him, checking the snare she had so perfectly laid—made my stomach churn.
Luca didn't flinch. His dark eyes remained fixed on the velvet box sitting on his mahogany desk.
“Your bracelet is safe, Vanessa,” Luca said, his voice entirely devoid of emotion. “It was found.”
“Oh, what a relief,” she sighed dramatically. “Where was it?”
“It was sitting on my desk,” Luca lied smoothly, without missing a beat. “Exactly where you left it.”
The line went dead silent for three long seconds. I could almost hear the gears grinding in Vanessa’s head as she realized her trap had been discovered, or worse, dismantled.
“That’s impossible,” Vanessa snapped, dropping the sweet facade entirely. “I didn't leave it in the library.”
“You must have,” Luca countered calmly. “Unless you’re suggesting someone else moved it. But who would do that?”
“You know exactly what I did, Luca,” Vanessa hissed, her voice dropping into a vicious, ugly register. “And you know why I did it. You embarrassed me in front of my family. You chose a minimum-wage scrub over me. I’m going to ruin her, and I’m going to make sure the board hears about how you protect thieves.”
“The board doesn't care about your jewelry, Vanessa,” Luca said, his tone hardening. “And if you send the police to my house, I will hand them the security footage of you bullying an employee and leaving the premises alone with your bags. You won't get a theft charge to stick. You’ll just look like a desperate, jilted ex-fiancée trying to frame the help.”
There was no security footage of the staff hallway. I knew that. Luca knew that. But Vanessa didn't.
“You’re bluffing,” Vanessa said, though her voice wavered slightly.
“Call the police and find out,” Luca challenged.
Silence hung on the line again. Then, Vanessa let out a sharp, bitter laugh.
“Fine,” she spat. “Keep the bracelet. Consider it severance. But this isn't over, Luca. My father is going to pull the supply chain contracts on Monday. You’re going to lose millions. You’ll be begging me to come back by Wednesday.”
The line clicked dead.
Luca slowly lowered the phone, placing it on the desk next to the velvet box. He exhaled a long, heavy breath, leaning his knuckles against the polished wood.
I stood frozen near the armchair, my mind reeling. He had just lied to protect me. He had bluffed a woman with powerful, dangerous connections, risking millions of dollars in his own business just to keep me out of jail.
“Mr. Moretti,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Why did you do that?”
Luca looked up, his dark eyes locking onto mine. “Because it was the right thing to do. And because I won't allow a bully to destroy a mother’s life out of spite.”
“But she said her father is going to pull your contracts,” I argued, stepping closer to the desk. “She said you’re going to lose millions. Because of me.”
“I’m not going to lose anything because of you, Rachel,” Luca said firmly, straightening his posture. “I’m losing contracts because the Bellini family is a toxic partnership I should have severed months ago. Tonight was just the catalyst.”
He walked around the desk, stopping a few feet away from me. The proximity made my heart race, but not entirely from fear. There was a quiet, intense gravity to him that I had never noticed while scrubbing floors or serving coffee.
“The immediate threat is handled,” Luca continued, his tone shifting into something more business-like. “Vanessa won't call the police tonight. But she is vindictive. If you go back to your apartment, she knows where you live. She knows where Sophie goes to school.”
My blood ran cold. The image of Vanessa handing Sophie that crushed sugar flower flashed in my mind. “You think she would hurt my daughter?”
“I think Vanessa is a woman who has never been told ‘no’ in her entire life,” Luca said grimly. “And tonight, she was told ‘no’ very publicly. People like her don't just walk away. They escalate.”
“I need to go home,” I said, sudden panic seizing me. “I need to pack our things. We can go stay with my sister in Milwaukee—”
“No.” Luca stepped forward, gently grasping my upper arms. His touch was warm, grounding. “If you run, it looks like guilt. If you leave the state, Vanessa will use her family’s connections to track you down, and she’ll convince a judge you fled because you stole the bracelet. You will lose Sophie.”
Tears spilled over my eyelashes. “Then what am I supposed to do? I can't fight someone like her. I’m just a maid.”
“You’re not a maid anymore,” Luca said softly.
He let go of my arms and walked back to the desk. He opened a heavy drawer and pulled out a thick, leather-bound checkbook. He clicked a gold pen and quickly wrote out a check, tearing it from the book and holding it out to me.
I wiped my eyes and looked at the piece of paper.
It was a check made out to Rachel Morgan. The amount was fifty thousand dollars.
I gasped, taking a step back. “I can't take that!”
“It’s not a gift, Rachel. It’s a retainer,” Luca said, his expression completely serious. “I am hiring you.”
“Hiring me for what?” I asked, entirely bewildered. “You just said I’m not a maid anymore.”
“I need an executive assistant,” Luca stated. “Someone who organizes my schedule, manages my personal affairs, and lives on the premises.”
I stared at him, trying to process his words. “Lives on the premises?”
“You and Sophie,” Luca clarified. “There is an empty guest suite in the east wing. It has two bedrooms, a private bathroom, and a sitting area. If you live here, you are under my protection. Vanessa can't touch you. Her family’s men can't get past my security gates. And Sophie can still attend her school—Daniel will drive her every morning and pick her up every afternoon in an armored car.”
The offer was staggering. It was a lifeline thrown to a drowning woman. But it also terrified me.
“Why?” I asked, searching his dark eyes for any hidden motive. “Why are you doing this for me? I ruined your engagement dinner.”
“You didn't ruin anything,” Luca said quietly. “You exposed the truth about the woman I was about to marry. You showed me exactly who she was. You did me a favor, Rachel.”
He walked around the desk again and held the check out to me.
“Take the job,” Luca said, his voice dropping to a gentle, reassuring timbre. “Move in tomorrow. Let me keep you and your daughter safe.”
I looked at the check. Fifty thousand dollars. It was more money than I made in a year. It would pay off my mother’s debts, secure Sophie’s future, and give me a career that didn't involve scrubbing someone else’s toilets.
Slowly, with a trembling hand, I reached out and took the check.
“Okay,” I whispered.
Luca smiled, a genuine, relieved expression that transformed his face entirely. “Good. Go home, Rachel. Pack your things. Daniel will be at your apartment at eight A.M. tomorrow with a moving truck.”
I thanked him, my voice thick with emotion, and turned to leave the library.
But as I reached the heavy double doors, I stopped. Something was bothering me. Something that didn't make sense.
I turned back to look at Luca. He was staring at the velvet box on the desk again.
“Mr. Moretti?” I asked softly.
He looked up. “Yes?”
“When you were on the phone with Vanessa,” I hesitated, trying to find the right words. “You told her you had security footage of her leaving the house alone. But… the staff hallway doesn't have cameras.”
Luca’s expression didn't change. “I know.”
“Then how were you going to prove she didn't leave the bracelet in the library?”
Luca reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, silver object. He tossed it onto the mahogany desk next to the velvet box. It hit the wood with a heavy metallic clink.
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It was a small, ornate silver key.
“Because Vanessa didn't leave the bracelet in the library, Rachel,” Luca said, his voice turning cold and sharp. “She left it locked in my personal safe. A safe that only I have the combination to.”
