Estelle
She is your ex's daughter
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At 20 years old, Honey was at the top of the world. He was young, powerful, and hopelessly in love.
Her name was Elira—the only woman he ever trusted. She told him she loved him too. But one day… she disappeared.
5 Years Later…
Honey stood at the window of his high-rise tower, looking down at the city.
Sir,his right-hand man said hesitantly,
you sure you want us to take your ex’s child? She’s just 5.
I don’t care,Giovanni said coldly.
I don’t want her to grow up happy in that house. I want her to feel what I felt.Time skip Estelle 20, college student. Beautiful, bright, and unknowingly raised in the lion’s den. Honey’s estate became her prison—but it never felt like one. The head maid, Signora Lina raised her kindly. That day, Honey returned. His black Bugatti pulled up the gravel driveway. Every maid bowed. Fear filled the air. Lina approached carefully.
Sir… Miss Estelle is out. She had college today.He went silent. Said nothing. Just walked upstairs to his old suite. But when night fell… he watched. Through the cameras in every room, Honey saw she return—laughing softly as she helped Lina chop vegetables for dinner, her hands graceful, her smile pure. Next Night. She stood by the door, backpack slung over her shoulder, slipping on her sneakers.
I’m going out! Group study!she called out. But before she could open the door… A strong hand gripped her arm from behind. She gasped—startled, turning around. Only to find herself inches away from a tall, suited man with ice in his eyes and danger in his voice.
Where do you think you’re going?he growled. Her heart pounded. "Who are you?!”
You live in my house,he said darkly, his voice low but dangerous.
And from now on… you follow my rules.He stared—longer now. Eyes drinking in her face like it haunted him.