FAZER LOGIN(Celeste Moretti's POV)It didn't.Two days later, Lorenzo called me.He told me that Vincenzo had asked him to come to the executive floor. At first, he thought it was about work, but Vincenzo hadn't mentioned any project at all. Instead, he casually asked whether the Vitale Global's R&D department had been unusually busy lately. After that, he forwarded Lorenzo an article from The Wall Street Journal about workplace burnout. Along with the article was a short note reminding him that Vitale Group International cared about its employees' well-being and encouraged every department to maintain a healthy balance between work and personal life.According to Lorenzo, he had walked back to his office in a cold sweat.The first thing he did was check the attendance records. They showed that I hadn't worked any overtime because all the extra hours I spent on the project were done from home and outside office hours. He spent almost an hour trying to understand what Vincenzo had actually been t
(Celeste Moretti's POV)"This one," I said as I pointed at the brochure.Vincenzo looked at the picture, then back at me. A quiet smile appeared on his face, and I could tell he was genuinely pleased."Good choice."Our passports and visas were ready in a single day. I didn't even ask how he managed it. At that point, I had already learned that there were some things Vincenzo could do without needing an explanation. I simply packed my suitcase, followed him onto the plane, and let everything else take care of itself.I spent most of the flight asleep. When I finally opened my eyes, the view outside the window had completely changed. Snow covered everything. Sharp mountain peaks stretched into the distance beneath a pale gray winter sky, and thick snow continued falling over the Alps.The resort was private. Vincenzo told me it belonged to one of his friends, but he never explained which friend or how he had arranged everything. The ski slopes were almost empty, making the whole place
(Celeste Moretti's POV)His lips brushed against my earlobe before moving slowly across my cheek, and after that, there was no room left for conversation. I reached behind me without thinking and grabbed his forearm, but it did absolutely nothing except make him smile."I haven't showered yet," I managed to whisper."I'll help you with that," Vincenzo replied in a calm voice.Before I could answer, he lifted me into his arms. A surprised sound escaped my lips, but it disappeared before it was fully formed.The bathroom soon filled with steam as hot water poured over us. White mist covered the glass until the outside world disappeared, leaving nothing but warmth and the steady sound of running water. I leaned my head back and stopped trying to find something to hold on to.After that, everything became a blur. The only thing I clearly remembered was crying by the end. Vincenzo gently kissed the tears from the corner of my eye and quietly told me it was still early and that he wasn't fi
(Celeste Moretti's POV)Then Vincenzo looked up.The moment his eyes met mine, his thumb stopped moving across his phone. He didn't speak right away. He simply stood there looking at me, and the expression on his face was impossible to describe. It was more than surprise and softer than admiration. It was something quiet that came from deep inside him.I smiled at him."Do we still have time?" I asked.His eyes slowly moved over me from head to toe before returning to my face. When he finally spoke, he completely ignored my question."You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."I laughed softly."Vincenzo, the guests are waiting.""Celeste.""We can't keep everyone waiting forever."Instead of answering, he walked over and took my hand. I thought we were finally heading toward the ceremony, but instead he pulled me into his arms. He held me close, resting his forehead near mine as his warm breath brushed against my shoulder."Just give me one minute," he whispered.As he held
(Celeste Moretti's POV)The officer's voice came through the phone again. It was calm and direct."We're right behind you. What's the new location?"Lavinia read out the address. It was an abandoned warehouse hidden deep inside a wooded area where no vehicles could reach.There was a brief pause before the officer answered. "We won't be able to get backup inside fast enough. You'll have to continue on foot. We'll surround the area from the outside."I lifted my eyes toward the trees. They were thick and dark, with almost no light passing through them. The forest looked quiet, but something about it felt wrong."I want to hear Luca's voice before we move," I said into the phone.Lavinia repeated my request. A few seconds later, another message arrived instead of a reply. It was a single photograph.Luca was sitting on the cold concrete floor with his wrists tied together. His eyes were closed, and he looked completely still.Lavinia let out a broken sob."He's alive," I said, forcing m
(Celeste Moretti's POV) "He said he was coming home for your wedding," Lavinia said, and her voice shook with fear. "He even took the day off from school. He should have been here hours ago. I called the school, and they told me he left around six, but he's not here. He hasn't..." Her words broke apart before she could finish. "Lavinia." I was already on my feet. "What are you trying to tell me?" "I can't reach him." She started crying openly. "Celeste... I can't reach Luca." The moment I heard those words, I grabbed my bag and headed for the door without thinking. Carmelita looked up from the couch in surprise. "Hey... where are you going?" The music was still playing in the background, and the lights still filled the room with warmth, but everything suddenly felt distant. I turned to face her, and the look on my face was enough to wipe away every question she wanted to ask. "Luca is missing." She immediately stood up and reached for her jacket. "I'm coming with you." "No."
(Celeste Morettiâs POV) He looked up. "What is it?" "I think we shouldâ" His phone rang. His assistant's name lit up the screen. He held up one finger and answered, already pressing his fingers to his temple as the voice on the other end escalated into obvious crisis. He snapped back at whoever
(Celeste Morettiâs POV) Stefano didnât come home last night. Neither did Bianca. After her husbandâs death, Tiziana had claimed that staying at the Conti estate brought back too many painful memories, so sheâd moved into a luxury penthouse downtown. Where Stefano and Bianca had spent the night,
(Celeste Morettiâs POV) The video showed Cerviniaâs snow-covered mountains in the background, picture-perfect and postcard-pretty. Bianca stood between Stefano and Tiziana, bundled in an expensive pink ski jacket I didnât recognize. She was holding a half-eaten gelato cone, her face bright with h
(Celeste Morettiâs POV) I woke to the steady, mechanical beeping of the hospital monitors and the sharp scent of disinfectant that made my stomach twist. My head throbbed violently, every pulse reminding me of the fall. For a fleeting moment, I tried to place myself, but my mind was a haze until







