Chapter 4 - game of Questions
Finally, the day has come to an end.
My heart feels heavy… but curious. What should I even ask him?
"They've arrived, Natasha," a voice said behind me.
"Yes, ma'am. They're here."
"Will you arrange everything?" Leo's deep voice carried quiet authority.
"Yes, sir. Everything is ready in the garden."
"All right then," he said, turning away. "Natasha, bring Realiana to the garden."
"Yes, boss."
Natasha entered my room with a soft smile.
"Ma'am, here's your dress. Please wear this."
I frowned slightly, holding the fabric. "Hmm… a dress? Why? We're not going on a date or something."
She only smiled and said, "Just wear it, ma'am."
When I stepped outside, my breath caught.
Wow… there's even a garden here.
Fairy lights glowed softly through the trees, the night breeze carrying the faint scent of roses.
Leo was already waiting, standing under the soft golden lights — calm, unreadable, and dangerously elegant.
"Welcome, Realiana," he said, eyes glancing over me. "It looks like you don't like the dress."
I shook my head quickly. "No, not like that. The dress is beautiful… but I thought we weren't going on a date, so I didn't wear it."
He gave a small nod, though a flicker of disappointment crossed his face.
"Ask whatever you want," he said, sitting down on the bench.
I froze. My mind, suddenly blank.
(What should I ask?)
Leo chuckled, his smirk teasing. "When I'm busy, you throw endless questions. And now that I'm right in front of you, you're completely silent? What's this, Miss Realiana?"
"Wait—give me some time to think!" I protested.
"Fine," he said, leaning back. "You said you're obsessed with me… so tell me — where did you first see me?"
His gaze didn't waver. His tone dropped lower.
"I saw you for the first time at your school. Then, I didn't see you again for years. Until one night… my father had a meeting with yours. It was around midnight when you came home. That was the second time I saw you.
After that, I started following you. Watching your every move. I saw how your father ignored you, how lonely you looked… and that's when I decided to bring you here."
"What?" My voice cracked, anger rising. "Who the hell are you to decide where I live?"
"Why?" he asked softly, his eyes darkening. "You don't like it?"
His tone changed — cold, commanding, mafia Leo.
"Look," I said, stepping back. "I'm leaving. I don't want to live with you."
He smirked. "Okay, so are your questions done, or do you want to ask me something else?"
"Yes, I'm done."
"Then it's my turn to ask you something."
"Wait!" I said sharply. "We agreed you'd only ask one question!"
"Yeah," he said, tilting his head. "And I'm asking you one."
"But you already asked two!"
"When?"
"Your first question — Why don't you like it?
And second — Are you done, or do you want to ask me something else?"
I crossed my arms and said confidently, "That's two."
For the first time, Leo looked speechless. Disappointed. Maybe even embarrassed.
From behind the trees, Jack and the others burst into laughter and started clapping quietly.
Leo turned his head slowly toward them. "So, you all want to die tonight?"
"Let's go, Natasha," I said quickly, biting back my laugh.
"Yes, ma'am," Natasha replied, covering her mouth to hide her smile.
Everyone was laughing so hard they could barely breathe.
Leo exhaled sharply, then looked back at me — his expression softening, pride replacing his irritation.
"Realiana," he said quietly, "you really are William's daughter."
His voice
He carried warmth this time — proud, honest, almost protective.
And for a moment… I forgot to breathe.