The offer was simple.

One night. One million dollars.

Matteo De Luca sat across from you both, his gaze cold, unwavering. His posture was relaxed, his fingers tapping rhythmically against his glass. Too casual. Too confident.

Your husband’s face went pale, his jaw clenched. “You’re joking.”

Matteo’s lips curled, a ghost of a smile. “I don’t joke about money.” His eyes flicked to you, lingering, unapologetic. “One night. That’s all I want.”

Your heart pounded, shame and heat burning your cheeks. You couldn’t meet his gaze, couldn’t breathe. This was wrong.

But one million dollars… It would solve everything.

Your husband shook his head, his fists tight. “You think you can buy her?”

Matteo’s expression didn’t change. “I’m not buying her,” he said smoothly, his voice low. “I’m buying your permission.”

The room went silent, the tension suffocating. Your husband’s face fell, his shoulders slumping, the fight draining from his body. The debt was crushing him. Crushing you.

Matteo leaned back, his eyes still on you, dark and intent. “One night,” he repeated, his voice rougher now. “And I’ll never bring it up again.”

You looked up, your eyes meeting his, your chest tightening. His gaze was intense, burning, his desire undeniable.

He stood, straightening his jacket, his presence overpowering. “I’ll give you time to decide,” he murmured, his eyes lingering on you a moment too long. “But not too long.”

He walked out, his footsteps echoing, leaving you alone with your husband—and the impossible choice hanging between you.