Chapter 9 - The Promotion
Alessandro stood up, towering over the young maid, but his aura was no longer intimidating. It radiated absolute, unbreakable protection.
"Elena," Alessandro stated, the immense power of his massive wealth backing every single syllable. "You are no longer a maid in this house. You don't scrub floors, and you don't do laundry."
Elena’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, fearing she was being dismissed.
"As of this exact second, you are the Head Estate Manager," Alessandro vowed smoothly. "Your salary is quintupled. You answer to absolutely no one but me. And whatever my father needs—whether it's a new medical bed, a private chef, or a walk in the gardens—you have unlimited, unquestioned funds to provide it."
Elena gasped softly, covering her mouth with her hand as tears of pure, overwhelming joy filled her eyes. She bowed her head respectfully.
"Thank you, Mr. Moretti," Elena whispered. "I swear to you, he will never be afraid in this house again."
"I know he won't," Alessandro smiled, a rare, genuine warmth breaking through his hardened, tattooed features.
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He gently gripped the handles of his father's medical wheelchair, turning it slowly toward the bright, sunlit solarium at the back of the mansion.
👉 The estate was finally secure, and the broken king was about to experience a beautiful new dawn.
