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I was curled up on my couch running my hand in shadow's fur, When the sharp chime of my laptop echoed in the quiet of my studio, my cat stretched lazily on the couch while my heart hammered against my ribs.“Congratulations. You have been selected for the next stage of employment at Moretti Global Holdings, you are to report to the desk on Monday, 9:00am.” For a second, I just stared. Then I read it again. And again. My pulse quickened, not with excitement but with satisfaction that everything's going smoothly. This was it. The door had opened.I leaned back in my chair, a slow exhale leaving my lips. Camille Martins had just secured her way into Leonardo Moretti’s company. And through him… to Roberto. The name that pulsed at the center of every plan I’d written, every sleepless night, every whispered promise to the dead.“Looks like it’s time, Shadow, ” I murmured, glancing at my cat. He blinked at me, unbothered, as if unaware his owner was plotting to walk into the lion’s den.Th

Leonardo's POV The Moretti mansion rose ahead of me, its pale stone catching the early sun in a way that made it look almost regal. I stepped out of the SUV, gravel crunching under my shoes. The air was sharp, the kind of morning where every sound felt amplified. Inside, the cool scent of polished wood mixed with the faint bitterness of espresso drifting from the dining hall.My father was already seated at the long table, a folded newspaper to his right, untouched toast to his left. As usual, my mother wasn’t there. She preferred her mornings away from discussions about the family business.“You’re late,” he said, not looking up from his coffee.“I had an early call,” I replied, sliding into the chair opposite him. “HR finalized the shortlist for the secretary position.”“And?”“Four applicants. All with clean records and strong recommendations.”He finally met my gaze, dark eyes sharp as ever. “Skill isn’t enough, Leonardo. You need someone you can trust. Someone who understands th

Leonardo's POV The rain hadn’t stopped since last night. From the 47th floor of Moretti Global Holdings, the city below looked like a watercolor painting someone had left out in a storm, blurred, streaked, and still somehow alive.Inside the boardroom, however, there was nothing soft or romantic about the atmosphere.“Gentlemen,” I said, leaning forward with both hands flat on the table, “if I have to explain one more time why cutting corners on quality control will cost us more than it will save us, I’ll start replacing chairs in this room with someone who listens.”A few of them shifted in their seats. Not because they were afraid of just me,but because they were afraid of the name I carried. Moretti. A name heavy with both legitimate empire and shadow empire.We went another fifteen minutes, hashing out final numbers for the Venice contract. I let them think they had won a few points,ego was cheap to feed.When I finally dismissed them, the silence in my office felt like oxygen af

Sofia’s POVThe morning light sliced through the blinds, too bright for the few hours of sleep I’d managed. My coffee steamed beside my laptop, bitter and black, just how I liked it. Shadow was curled up on the windowsill, tail flicking lazily, oblivious to the weight of the war I was planning.I typed Moretti Global Holdings into the search bar, my fingers tapping with the same focus and calmness they used to pull a trigger. Pages upon pages of results filled the screen, news articles, financial reports, charity galas. All polished and well written. A perfect façade.Roberto Moretti, a monster in a suit, patriarch, kingmaker, the man at the top of the chain that had strangled my family twelve years ago. I’d been dismantling his empire piece by piece, one alliance, one “accident” at a time. But I’d always been on the outside, watching and waiting.Roberto Moretti’s empire was a fortress, guarded not just by men with guns, but by influence and money. The Moretti name had a way of swal

Sofia’s POVBlood smelled different when mixed with desperation, it clung to the air, thick like a metal. He was on his knees, coughing, one hand pressed against the blood blooming across his chest. The other stretched out toward me, trembling.“Please… I have a daughter,” he gasped.I scoffed, then moved close to him, I stood still, calm, my pistol levelled between his eyes. My heels clicked softly as I took a single step closer, enough to look him in the eye. I tilted my head, my voice like silk dragged across a blade.“Did you spare my younger brother when he begged to live?”He blinked, confused. Panic flared in his eyes.I smiled, but it didn’t touch my eyes.“Ohh, you don’t remember, do you?” I whispered. “You were there. He was seven.”His lips parted, maybe to deny it, maybe to lie, I didn’t give him the chance.The silencer muffled the sound, but the bullet didn’t show mercy.He collapsed backward, twitching once, then still. Blood spread across the marble tiles, slow and dar