Novels by Wealth💅

Chiara’s POV “My life has been wonderful enough,” Cesare continued, his voice thin but resolute. “I gave everything for the security and prosperity of my pack. But I am an old man. I am finished fighting. This body is failing, and I choose to respect what it is telling me.” “I understand,” I told him softly. He gave me a small, warm smile. “I don’t,” Alessandro said, stepping closer and taking his father’s hand. “Papà—” “It is time I go into the embrace of the Goddess,” Cesare said gently. “I would like to see your mother again.” Tears welled in Alessandro’s eyes. I had believed his insistence on the life-extending medicine came from greed, from ambition. But looking at him now, he seemed only like a frightened son about to lose his father. “It will be alright,” Cesare assured him. “This is what I want.” Alessandro looked up at me then. The hatred and suspicion that once lived in his gaze were gone. In their place was something far heavier—gratitude. “I’m glad we didn’t make

Chiara’s POV Once again, I found myself caught off guard by the kind of man Luciano De Luca truly was. Not for the first time, he had stepped forward to shield Doctor B from ruin. He had spoken with unwavering confidence, placed his authority on the line, and silenced a restless crowd with nothing but certainty in his voice. A part of me swelled with pride at standing beside such a leader. And yet, another part of me ached. When I had stood before him as Chiara, I had not received the same unshakable faith. He had not seen me then the way he now saw Doctor B. Perhaps I had not given him reason to. Or perhaps I had simply been invisible in ways I could never fully explain. The pride and the pain tangled together inside my chest, but there was no room to indulge either. Too much rested on what would happen next. Too many eyes were watching. Too many reputations—Luciano’s, Francesco’s, and my own—were balanced on a fragile thread. I could not retreat to my office to nurse old wound

“Isn’t there a television in here?” Carlo asked, his voice dripping with anticipation. One of the other healers, Lorenzo, gestured toward a boxy television sitting in the corner of the panic room and switched it on. The screen flickered before settling on a live broadcast of the chaos outside the hospital. A bright banner scrolled across the bottom: Breaking News. A reporter stood behind a line of police barricades, her hair whipping slightly in the night breeze as she delivered updates. From the small screen, it was difficult to make out clear faces beyond the hospital entrance, but the urgency in her tone filled the room. “Alpha King Luciano De Luca and the president of the World Healer Association, Francesco, have now arrived at the hospital,” the reporter announced. “The Alpha King’s personal guard has entered the building and appears to be handling the crowd. Several arrests are already being made.” As she spoke, soldiers escorted handcuffed protestors toward a line of dark

Chiara’s POV I wanted to help Cesare Conti. But I wouldn’t be able to save him if I was dead. I glanced at Alessandro Conti—Cesare’s elder brother. He looked conflicted. Matteo Conti, however, did not hesitate. He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the doorway. “What are you waiting for?” Matteo growled. “Move.” “Two floors up,” the security captain said quickly. “There’s a reinforced panic room behind one of the break rooms.” He eyed Matteo suspiciously but didn’t stop him. Perhaps he recognized a fellow soldier. Or perhaps Cesare’s reputation as a war hero shielded his family from doubt. “I trust Matteo,” I said firmly. Matteo shot me a brief, puzzled look. Since he didn’t know I was Chiara De Luca, my trust must have seemed misplaced. There was no time to explain. “Let’s go!” the captain ordered. Six guards surrounded us. The others pushed downward toward the stairwells to contain the mob. “We’ve shut down the elevators,” the captain said as we climbe

Silvia Romano’s POV Luciano once told Silvia that he only appreciated Doctor B for her professional skills. Silvia never believed him. A man and a woman could not build any kind of bond without desire growing somewhere beneath the surface. It was obvious that Doctor B admired Luciano. He was the Alpha King. Powerful. Respected. Desired. And undeniably attractive. But what Silvia could not tolerate was this— Luciano constantly chose Doctor B over her. He defended the Healer. He sided with her in public. He praised her strength. And each time he did, Silvia felt the truth more clearly. The desire went both ways. She did not understand why. Doctor B was plain. Just as Chiara had been plain. Two ordinary women, nothing extraordinary about them. Yet somehow, both stood between Silvia Romano and the title of Luna. That could not continue. It would not continue. Silvia lifted the private office phone and dialed the hospital directly. Luciano kept a separate secured line in hi

Chiara’s POV With the money and identification cards spread across my desk, I noticed there was one final item still inside the envelope. A letter. I pulled it out slowly and unfolded it. The handwriting was unmistakable. Luciano De Luca’s. It read: Whether you choose to remain with Nightfall or travel elsewhere, you and your child will forever be welcomed and respected here. These cards will ensure that you may always return. Sincerely, Alpha King Luciano De Luca My fingers tightened around the paper. Slowly, I lowered it back onto the desk and leaned into my chair, staring at the ceiling as I tried to steady my breathing. First, his apology. Then, his confession that he once believed I was Chiara. Now this. When I was finally alone, with the weight of it all settling over me, I could truly process what had just happened. Luciano knew I was pregnant. And instead of questioning me… he secured a future for my child. I did not know how long I sat there, replaying ever

Matteo’s POV I sat in my study at Rinaldi Holdings, reviewing the recent developments shaking the business world. One report in particular caught my attention......a one-billion-euro investment from an anonymous source injected directly into the Conti company. “Who would do something like that and still claim to be sane?” I muttered. Unless there was an ulterior motive. I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly. The corporate battlefield was becoming more dangerous by the day...... and I would not allow Alessia to get caught in the crossfire. I picked up my phone and checked the screen. Morning had come and gone, and she still hadn’t responded to my request to meet. I dialed her number. It rang a few times before she answered. “Hello?” Her voice was soft. Guarded. “Alessia, it’s Matteo,” I said carefully. “I haven’t heard from you. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” There was a brief silence. I could almost hear her thinking. “I’m fine,” she replied. “Just trying to

Alessia’s POV I stepped out of the car, glancing around for any sign of the lawyer. The park was quiet, the surrounding buildings casting long shadows in the fading afternoon light. A sense of unease settled deep in the pit of my stomach as I scanned the area. “Are you sure this is the right place?” Matteo Rinaldi asked, his brow furrowed with concern as he joined me on the sidewalk. “Yes, this is the address the lawyer gave me,” I replied, my voice tinged with uncertainty. “The mail was sent to my house, just like he said it would be.” We waited in silence. Minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity. I checked my phone repeatedly, hoping for some sign that we were in the right place. Nothing. Then my phone buzzed. My heart skipped as I read the new message: Your mail was intercepted. This is the real venue: Via Alessandro Manzoni 1457, Lusborg. My hands trembled slightly as I showed the message to Matteo. “They intercepted the mail. This is the real address.” Matt

Alessia’s POV As I stepped out of the steam-filled bathroom, a towel wrapped snugly around my body, I reached for the hairdryer to tame the unruly strands of my hair. The soft whirring of the dryer filled the air as I began to brush through the damp strands, coaxing them into submission. Midway through my hair-drying routine, the familiar buzz of my phone disrupted the tranquility of the moment. Glancing at the caller ID, I saw Matteo Rinaldi’s name flashing on the screen. My heart skipped a beat. Why the hell is he calling me from the… With each passing moment, the anticipation built within me, fueling my determination to seek out the truth, no matter the cost. As I finally finished drying my hair, I got to the wardrobe and selected a smart outfit to put on. I slipped on my favorite pair of jeans, a cozy jacket, and a cap to shield my face from prying eyes. I could feel the weight of what I was about to do settling over me like a cloak. With each step toward the door, my resolv

Giulia’s POV When I woke up, the first sensation I felt was anger. Matteo Rinaldi’s coldness had seeped into my dreams, tainting even my subconscious with his disdain. What on earth is wrong with his mind? I tossed the covers aside, took a bath, and dressed, determined to confront him. This silent treatment had gone on long enough. As I stepped into the dining room, the smell of breakfast barely calmed my rising frustration. Matteo was already standing up from the table as I approached. “Buongiorno,” I said, trying to keep my tone neutral. He didn’t respond. Instead, he turned to leave, his expression unreadable. “Matteo, wait,” I called, reaching for his arm. He stopped but didn’t look at me. “Why are you treating me like this?” I asked. His eyes flicked to my hand on his arm, and with a swift motion, he pulled away, glaring. “I hate it when filth stains me,” he said, his voice dripping with contempt. I gasped, his words hitting me like a slap. “Filth?” I repeated, my vo

Alessia’s POV Leaning on the door, I felt my breath quicken and the urge to press my hand against my chest, but both hands were occupied with the children’s pizza and ice cream. “Why the hell did I let him kiss me like that?” I questioned myself, my mind spinning with uncertainty. “Was it just a moment of weakness, or was there something more?” Lost in my thoughts, I stood there in the hallway of the Conti estate in Italy, grappling with conflicting emotions. Part of me was drawn to Raffaele Ricci, his quiet strength and the kindness he tried so hard to hide. I also felt sorry for him because of everything he had been forced to endure. But another part of me was wary, unsure of what was truly going on behind those unreadable eyes. “Miss Alessia?” I turned as Nanny Franca’s warm voice broke through the silence, pulling me back to reality. “Is everything alright?” Nanny Franca asked, her tone filled with concern. Startled, I faced her, trying to compose myself. “Yes, everything’

Alessia’s POV “What’s going on with you ladies?” I asked with a soft laugh. “We’re good, love,” Camellia replied smoothly. “How are the kids?” Arianna chimed in. “They’re good. Having fun while I’m stuck up here working,” I answered, a smile tugging at my lips. “How else should it be?” Camellia teased. “Well… something balanced maybe?” I said, and we all burst into laughter. “Don’t be silly, Ale,” Arianna said once we settled. “Of course, I couldn’t have asked for a better situation,” I admitted. “And thank you again for Tiziana’s hat. She absolutely loved it.” “Oh, it was nothing,” Arianna replied warmly. “So,” Camellia said suddenly, “how about we hang out? It’s been forever.” “I second that!” Arianna squealed. “We need a night out. A break. A reset.” I hesitated. The last time I tried to unwind… Ruggero had gotten hurt. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “The last time didn’t go well. I don’t want anything happening to the kids.” “Nanny Franca is there for a reason,” Camel

“Don’t be angry,” Lorenza said gently. “Forget those unpleasant people. If they’re not suitable partners, then we simply won’t work with them. Even without them, you’re still one of the most powerful men in Milano.” She paused, then smiled. “Since we’re already in San Celestino, let’s treat it like a vacation. Zoe and Sharon Morreti are here too. We could have a nice dinner together.” Leonardo felt slightly relieved by her words. “Sharon is back in Milano?” After the Marchesi and Taddei families went bankrupt, the Moretti family had risen to become the wealthiest in Milano. Sharon Moretti, their only daughter, had been Lorenza’s closest friend since childhood. She had gone abroad after university and only returned occasionally. “Yes,” Lorenza replied. “I heard she’s not leaving again. I already made plans with them. Shall we go?” “Sure,” Leonardo said, about to agree. Just then, his driver, Gianni Paggio, reminded him, “Mr. Marchesi, Nico and Nina are already in San Celestino.”

This was San Celestino, not Milano. Leonardo Marchesi was certain these people would never truly respect him. Valerie set down her glass and said to Lucia, “Let’s return to our seats at the main table.” At the same time, Liora leaned in and whispered, “Your parents just arrived.” Lucia looked up. Some last minute issues had delayed Matteo and Rina, but they were finally here. The three women left together. Stefano, however, did not move. His gaze remained fixed on Lorenza. The message was unmistakable. If she did not leave, she would continue to be watched. Lorenza could no longer endure it. She stood and hurried out of the Donati estate. Stefano gestured politely. “Mr. Marchesi, please return to your seat.” Leonardo had no choice. Leaving now would offend the Donovan family. Swallowing his anger, he returned to the men’s section. Alone in the car, Lorenza finally broke down. Tears streamed down her face as she felt every shred of her dignity collapse. That day would haunt

Leonardo remained rational even at a moment like this. He knew very well that he could not break the Donovan family’s rules. “What’s wrong with sitting there?” he said calmly. “Men and women are seated separately.” Lorenza clenched her fists. “But I don’t know anyone there. It’s so awkward.” “A little solitude isn’t a bad thing,” Leonardo replied. The maid glanced between them and reminded politely, “Sir, ma’am, Mrs. Donovan Senior is about to come out.” Her gaze lingered, disapproving. These two were clearly unfamiliar with proper etiquette. “All right,” Leonardo said, signaling Lorenza to return to her seat. She walked back to the women’s section, glancing over her shoulder again and again. Nearby businessmen chuckled quietly. “She’s clearly not suited to be a wife.” “Exactly. Even if she’s just a secretary, Mr. Marchesi shouldn’t have brought someone who doesn’t understand basic rules.” “Mrs. Donovan Senior is here.” All eyes in the garden turned in unison. Luciana Ba

Lorenza was shifting the blame again. However, Lucia did not give her the chance. “The only one who will look bad here is you,” Lucia said calmly. “You are forcing yourself into a world that was never yours. Don’t expect to escape the consequences.” Giving Lorenza the invitation had never been an act of kindness or foolish generosity. Lucia had simply thought that if Lorenza insisted on humiliating herself, there was no reason to stop her. Tears spilled from Lorenza’s eyes instantly. “I know you have an honored guest invitation from Damiano and the Bianchi family, but why humiliate me like this? I have never done anything against you. You like Leonardo Marchesi, and I never competed with you for him. Yet you still treat me this way…” The women around them, unaware that Lucia was married to Leonardo, blinked in surprise. Lucia liked Leonardo? Lucia’s cold gaze swept across them. The women immediately lowered their heads, feigning ignorance and carefully hiding their curiosity.

Lucia curved her lips into a charming smile and said lightly, “A phone call can never compare to meeting in person.” “That’s true,” Liora replied. Then her gaze shifted sharply to the doctor beside her. “Quick, take her pulse. If she really is pregnant, she’ll need proper care. The Donovan family will not tolerate any accidents.” Lorenza clenched her teeth and slowly extended her hand. Dr. Morreti checked her pulse. After barely three seconds, she said calmly, “You’re not pregnant. You’re experiencing menstrual irregularities. The symptoms can easily be mistaken for pregnancy.” Liora casually picked up an orange from the fruit platter. “Since you’re already checking, you might as well give her some advice on how to regulate it.” Lorenza tried to pull her hand back, but Dr. Morreti held it firmly. She was clearly experienced. “Your irregular cycle is related to your lifestyle. Your organs are slightly weak.” Lorenza struggled harder, her face flushing with humiliat

When the call ended, Liora had just finished dinner. Her husband, Zayne Marchetti, glanced at her expression and frowned slightly. “What’s with that look?” “Damiano wants me to deal with a woman,” Liora replied, wiping her hands with a towel as she rose from the table. Zayne raised an eyebrow. “There’s actually a woman who can piss him off?” That alone sounded unbelievable. First, Damiano rarely interacted with women outside of work. Second, for him to be angered, he would have to care. And that was even rarer. What kind of woman could possibly catch Damiano’s attention—let alone provoke him? “You wouldn’t understand,” Liora said quietly, lowering her gaze. Once, by pure accident, she had discovered one of Damiano’s deepest secrets. To this day, she had never dared speak of it aloud. Liora turned slightly and gestured to Zayne. “Look into a woman named Lorenza Tommaso. She’ll be attending Mrs. Donovan Senior’s birthday banquet as well.” Zayne nodded. “Alright.” Lorenza

Lorenzo’s POV Chiara had always been a mystery to me. But now? She was something else entirely. Six years ago, she vanished from Florence like smoke. And when she returned, she wasn’t the same timid girl who used to lower her eyes whenever I looked at her. She came back sharper. Stronger. Fiercer. And it unsettled me more than I wanted to admit. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Everything about tonight felt wrong. Off-balance. The Chiara I remembered used to blush. Used to shrink back. Used to wait for my approval. This Chiara? She met my eyes without fear. Threw sharp words at me during our encounters. Held her ground like she didn’t care what I thought anymore. And that threw me completely. It wasn’t just her attitude. It was her presence. She walked into a room like she owned it — like she didn’t need anyone’s permission to exist. The way she carried herself now forced me to question things I had buried for years. For a long time, I convinced myself she had manipul

Chiara’s POV Why did he do that? Lorenzo kept Ginevra by his side all these years. Everyone in the pack believed they were something solid. Untouchable. So why did he push her away tonight? Why did he ignore her? And why did he look at me like that? Like he wanted me to hold him instead of Raffaele. But he never asked. I need to stop being delusional. If Lorenzo wanted me, he would have left Ginevra a long time ago. An Alpha does not hesitate when he chooses. And he never chose me. Raffaele slumped in the passenger seat of my little silver Fiat, groaning softly as I buckled him in. His head lolled against the window, breath smelling of red wine and grappa. I slid behind the wheel and started the engine. It purred to life, steady and familiar. I gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary. Lorenzo. The way he acted tonight didn’t match the version of him I forced myself to believe in. He had always been distant. Cold. Untouchable. But tonight? Jealous. Possessive.

Chiara’s POV “One of the Alphas suggested the Alpine Bar down the street,” someone said as we stepped out of the Romano estate. A few others immediately rejected it, complaining about old fights and terrible grappa. After everything that happened in the conference hall, I did not expect the meeting to end like this. The rogue had died right in front of us. He had spoken about something coming. Something bigger. And yet, only minutes later, the Alphas were already planning drinks. Laughing. Teasing. Shaking off tension like it was nothing. Maybe that was how powerful men survived. They drank away fear. I was not in the mood. “Chiara!” Raffaele called, jogging toward me with a playful grin. “Come with us. We all need a distraction.” I folded my arms. “No. I think I have had enough excitement for one day.” He placed a dramatic hand over his chest. “You wound me.” I almost smiled. “I prefer to stay alert. Especially now.” He sighed. “Fine. But do not complain when you miss dr

Chiara’s POV I stepped into the conference hall and felt the weight of power press down on me at once. The air inside the grand hall of the Romano estate in Florence was thick. Not with heat. Not with noise. With dominance. Alphas and Betas from different Italian packs filled the long marble chamber. Their presence was strong and sharp, like invisible claws testing my strength. Yesterday had been different. There were servants, guards, lower ranks moving about. The energy had been mixed. But today was only leaders. Alpha heads. Their right hands. Trusted advisers. No distractions. Only power. My eyes searched for Lorenzo before I could stop myself. I hated that I did that. Hated how my wolf still looked for him in every room. He stood near the front beside the long carved oak table, tall and unshaken. His dark suit fit him perfectly. He looked born to command. Even without speaking, he dominated the room. Even from where I stood, I felt the pull. The bond. I forced mysel

Chiara’s POV I barely managed to push the door shut behind me before my knees gave way, and I sank to the floor. The room was silent—too silent—and for a moment, all I could hear was the pounding of my heart in my ears. I pressed my back against the door, closing my eyes, trying to steady my breath. Lorenzo’s presence had a way of tearing open old scars, reopening wounds I thought were healed, making everything feel raw again. But I could not let that break me. I had to stay focused, for Luca, for Sofia. I had to keep my head clear. My phone buzzed in my pocket, yanking me from my thoughts. I pulled it out, and my breath caught when I saw the caller ID: Anita – Home. Panic twisted in my chest as I quickly answered. “Anita? Is everything alright?” I forced my voice to stay calm, though nerves quivered under the surface. “Chiara,” Anita's gentle voice came through, the human nanny I trusted with my twins. “Sorry to bother you, but the twins called you earlier, right? I noticed on

Lorenzo’s POV I stood there, stunned, long after Chiara’s figure disappeared, her words still echoing in my head. “Do you still want to find your fated mate?” I had not been ready for the sharp edge of that question or the way her voice almost cracked when she said it, like she was holding something back, something she refused to let me see. My thoughts tangled together, refusing to settle. Chiara had never shown any sign of being my mate. She never had a wolf. Years ago when I searched for my destined Luna, nothing about her had triggered that primal spark. My wolf shifted restlessly inside me, more agitated than he had been in years. “She cannot be our mate,” I muttered inwardly, though the denial sounded weak even to my own ears. But the pull was there. Strong. Unmistakable. It clawed at my control, demanding release. There was an ache inside my chest, a hunger that had waited too long to be fed. “Are you sure?” my wolf growled in my mind, his usual certainty gone. “