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When Isabella Russo’s father falls deep into debt with the ruthless Moretti crime family, she becomes the collateral. Taken under the watch of Matteo Moretti — the family’s dangerous, magnetic youngest son — she is thrust into a world of shadows, secrets, and blood oaths. What begins as a reluctant arrangement ignites into a forbidden passion that could cost them both their lives. As rival families close in and betrayal lurks within Matteo’s own bloodline, the two must choose between loyalty and love, knowing that in the mafia, happy endings are a luxury no one can afford.
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10 - Shadows Of The Past
The silence of the night pressed heavily against the walls of the safe house, but inside Isabella’s mind, a storm was raging. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and suddenly she was no longer sitting on the worn couch — she was back in a small, sunlit room from years ago, a place untouched by the violence and betrayal that now ruled her life.
She was younger then — no older than twelve — perched on the edge of a creaky wooden chair, the sunlight casting long shadows across the faded wallpaper. In her small hands was a photograph, its edges worn and soft from years of being handled. The woman in the photo smiled gently, her eyes warm and steady. Isabella’s mother. She remembered the softness of her mother’s voice, the way it had filled that room with comfort. “Always remember, Bella,” her mother had said, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her daughter’s ear. “Trust is a precious thing. Guard it like your life depends on it.” At the time, those words had seemed like simple advice — a lesson to be careful with friends, a reminder to be polite and kind. But now, in the dark chaos surrounding her, Isabella understood their true weight. Her mother was gone now, taken too soon by a sudden illness that had shattered their small family. But the memory of her smile, her warmth, and her words stayed with Isabella — a fragile beacon in a world grown cold. The memories shifted, as if the room itself was dissolving. She was now standing in her childhood home’s dim hallway, watching her father pack a single suitcase with trembling hands. “Where are you going?” she had asked him, her voice small and brittle. He avoided her gaze, his eyes clouded with fear. “Somewhere safe, Bella. Somewhere far away from here.” But the lie was clear to her even then. That night, he left without a word of goodbye. The door closed behind him with a finality that echoed through her soul. Isabella realized then that safety was an illusion — that betrayal didn’t only come from strangers or enemies, but from the people you thought would protect you. Years later, the memory shifted again — to a time just months before the present, inside the opulent Moretti penthouse. She stood in the dim light of the study, heart pounding as Matteo Moretti stepped forward. His smile was hesitant, eyes searching hers with an intensity that both scared and intrigued her. “I can protect you,” he said quietly. “If you let me.” Isabella had wanted to believe him. Needed to. But the voice of her mother echoed louder in her mind than Matteo’s words. “Trust is a precious thing.” Back in the present, she opened her eyes slowly. The past was no longer just a shadow she ran from — it was a key. A puzzle piece in the tangled web of deceit and danger that surrounded her. If she was going to survive — if she was going to fight back — she would have to face those memories head-on. She would need to decide who deserved her trust, and who was destined to betray her again. The line between friend and foe had never been more blurred. And the hardest lesson was learning to trust herself.最新チャプター
Beneath The Blood Moon 1 - The Debt
The night smelled of gasoline, rain, and danger. Isabella Russo sat in the farthest corner of the Velvet Rose, a half-filled glass of wine untouched before her. The stem of the glass was cool against her fingertips, but she wasn’t drinking — she needed her head clear. A single flickering light above her threw her into alternating shadow and glow, as if even the electricity couldn’t decide what to make of her being here. Her father had called this a “meeting.” In their part of the city, that word was just a softer name for trouble. When the Moretti family summoned you, you didn’t get to say no — you just hoped you’d be allowed to leave afterward. The front door creaked open, letting in a gust of cold air and the faintest trace of smoke. Conversations slowed, and the clink of glasses seemed to vanish altogether. The man who stepped inside didn’t need an introduction. Matteo Moretti. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his black suit perfectly tailored, the absence of a tie making him
最終更新日 : 2025-08-11Beneath The Blood Moon 2-The Arrangement
The ride to Matteo Moretti’s penthouse was silent except for the soft hum of the car’s engine. Isabella sat rigid, her hands folded tightly in her lap, eyes fixed on the shifting reflections of the city lights in the rain-speckled window. Matteo sat beside her, a shadow of stillness, one hand resting lightly on his knee, the other tapping an unhurried rhythm against the door. It was as if he had all the time in the world — as if her life wasn’t being uprooted with every passing streetlight. They crossed the bridge into the upper district, where the buildings gleamed like polished steel. Finally, the car slowed in front of a high-rise tower of glass and stone, guarded by two men in dark coats. Neither looked directly into the car, but Isabella felt their eyes track her every move. The elevator opened directly into his penthouse — no hallway, no reception, just a seamless step from a metal box into another world. The place was sleek and open, all clean lines and expensive minimalism
最終更新日 : 2025-08-11Beneath The Blood Moon 3 - Smoke and knives
Days bled into weeks. Isabella learned Matteo’s world through observation. The phone calls spoken in quick, sharp Italian. The visitors in tailored suits who left envelopes behind. The way his mood changed depending on whether the night’s business involved money, favors, or threats. He didn’t keep her locked away, but she wasn’t free either. The building’s guards knew her face now. She could walk the penthouse halls, stand on the balcony, and move through the main floors under a watchful escort. But stepping outside into the city without Matteo? That was impossible. One Thursday night, he told her to get ready. “We’re going out,” was all he said. An hour later, they stepped into a low-lit backroom thick with cigar smoke. The air smelled of leather, liquor, and unspoken deals. A poker table sat in the center, men in pressed shirts and expensive watches leaning forward over their cards. Matteo’s presence shifted the room’s atmosphere. Some nodded, others went still, and all of them
最終更新日 : 2025-08-11Beneath The Blood Moon 4 - Cracks in the ice
The rain hadn’t stopped all day.It drummed steadily against the penthouse windows, turning the skyline into a hazy watercolor of lights and shadows. Isabella sat at the kitchen counter with a book open in front of her, though she hadn’t read a single word in ten minutes.The smell of something cooking pulled her out of her thoughts. She turned toward the kitchen island and blinked. Matteo Moretti — mafia heir, ruthless negotiator, man of calculated danger — was standing in front of the stove, stirring a pot of sauce.“Didn’t think you knew how to cook,” she said.He didn’t look up. “And I didn’t think you’d still be here.”She tried to read his tone but found no obvious hint of jest or resentment. He simply reached for a small dish of chopped herbs and tossed them in, the scent of basil and garlic filling the air.“I could help,” she offered.He glanced over his shoulder. “You don’t strike me as the apron type.”“Meaning?”“Meaning,” he said, tasting the sauce with a wooden spoon, “y
最終更新日 : 2025-08-11Beneath The Blood Moon 5 - The Fractures
The morning light seeped weakly through the heavy curtains, casting muted shadows across the penthouse. Isabella sat by the window, hands wrapped around a mug of lukewarm coffee. The conversation from last night still clung to her thoughts, a weight that made her chest tight. Footsteps echoed softly behind her. Matteo approached, carrying a folder thick with papers. His expression was unreadable, a mask perfected over years of negotiation and deception. “We have to move,” he said without preamble, setting the folder down on the table. “I found something.” Isabella met his eyes, searching for any hint of reassurance. He opened the folder, revealing photographs, documents, and notes meticulously organized. “This,” he said, pointing to a grainy surveillance photo, “is the man we believe is behind the leak. Someone inside the organization, feeding information to the authorities.” Isabella leaned in, studying the figure. A sharp pang of recognition hit her — the man had been one of
最終更新日 : 2025-08-11Beneath The Blood Moon 6 - Inside the divide
Isabella lay awake long after the house had fallen silent. The only sound was the soft rhythm of rain tapping against the window, a steady beat that matched the relentless pulse in her chest. Darkness wrapped around her like a suffocating cloak, heavier than any noise she could hear.Her mind refused to rest. Every thought seemed to collide with another — a storm of fear, doubt, and something stubbornly fierce that refused to be silenced.She was trapped. Trapped between worlds she didn’t belong to — the cold, dangerous realm of the Moretti family, and the fading shadows of the life she once knew. Neither felt like home anymore.She reached for the locket Matteo had pressed into her hand that first night, its weight oddly comforting. Inside, a faded photograph of someone she barely remembered — her mother, maybe, or a sister. The edges of the picture were worn, but the face was a beacon in the darkness. A fragile promise, or a chain? She wasn’t sure.Matteo’s words echoed in her mind,
最終更新日 : 2025-08-11
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