I Married The Wrong Moretti Brother
Dark RomanceDramaExclusive LoveGoodgirlMisunderstandingRegret
I caught my boyfriend in bed with two women. That same night, I walked into Milan's most exclusive club and drank whiskey for the first time.
The next morning, I woke up with a marriage certificate on my floor.
My husband? Matteo Moretti. One of Italy's four identical billionaire brothers.
When I arrived at their palazzo, four gorgeous, terrifying men stood before me. Same face. Same cold eyes. Same cruel mouths.
"Drag this lying girl out," their father ordered.
Then one brother stepped forward, his dark gaze burning slowly down my body.
"You don't remember me, sweetheart?" His voice dropped low enough to melt bone. "Because I remember every sound you made."
They called me a cockroach. A stray dog. A gold digger in cheap shoes.
They had no idea.
I wasn't drunk that night. I wasn't lost. Five years ago, their company killed my parents and buried the proof. I married a Moretti on purpose.
I just never planned on four identical men making me forget which one kissed me. And I never planned on falling for the one whose family I came to destroy.
One fake bride. Four dangerous brothers. One buried murder.
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Chapter: Chapter 3: Mrs. Moretti's InterventionDemi’s POV"I am not lying," I said loudly, my voice echoing in the massive room. My fear was quickly burning away, replaced by a desperate need to defend myself. "I did not plan this, and I did not ask for this. But I know what happened!"The four towering men stared down at me. Their faces were carved out of stone, but I saw a flicker of reaction in their dark eyes."Oh, really?" Marco mocked, his tone dripping with pure ice. "You know what happened? Then tell us.""I don't remember everything," I admitted, my hands balling into tight fists at my sides. "But I remember pieces. The man who pulled me into that dark booth at the Blue Cove... he had deep blue eyes. And thick, dark curly hair that I tangled my fingers into. I remember how heavy his hands felt on my hips." I swallowed hard, feeling a hot flush rise to my cheeks. "He kissed me. He bit my bottom lip so hard it bruised. He looked down at me and said, 'Open your mouth for me, sweet girl. Let me taste what belongs to me.'"A h
最終更新日: 2026-08-19
Chapter: Chapter 2: The Quadruplets' AssessmentMarco's POVBeing one of four identical Moretti quadruplets meant I was always being watched by the public eye. My brothers—Massimo, Michele, Matteo, and I—shared the exact same face. We all had the same towering height, the same broad shoulders, and the same dark, piercing eyes. But that was where the similarities completely ended.I was the careful one. I was the intensely image-conscious heir apparent to our family's massive corporate empire, spread across Milan's bustling financial district and our private estates on Lake Como. I calculated every risk. I protected our legacy. So, when our father, Bruno Moretti, summoned all of us into the grand waiting room to deal with this morning's sudden, viral marriage scandal, my mind immediately went into ruthless damage control.I crossed my arms and slowly looked at the girl standing in the corner. Demi Rossi.She wore cheap, faded jeans and an oversized sweater. She had zero makeup on her pale face, her dark hair was a messy tangle, and
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Chapter: Chapter 1: The Hangover RevelationDemi's POVMy head was pounding like a heavy drum inside my skull. I groaned, pulling the thin, scratchy blanket over my eyes to block out the harsh morning light flooding into my cramped Milan apartment. My mouth tasted like bitter regret and old alcohol."Get up, you useless girl!" Aunt Elisabetta’s shrill voice shattered my fragile peace.The bedroom door banged open so hard it hit the wall. My cousin Kira marched in right behind her, arms crossed over her chest, a nasty smirk on her face."Look at her, Mom. She reeks of alcohol. Coming home at the crack of dawn like trash." Kira sneered, kicking a pile of my clothes out of her way."I’m not..." I started, but my throat was painfully dry. I sat up slowly, clutching my spinning head. "Please, stop yelling. What time is it?""It is noon," Aunt Elisabetta snapped. "And you have a lot of explaining to do."Ever since my parents died five years ago in a horrific elevator crash at the Rossi family office, I had been stuck living with the
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