Masuk(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." I picked
(Celeste Moretti's POV)"I never said it was," Vincenzo replied as he took a step back. "Go and freshen up first. Then come downstairs. Mrs. Potts left lobster bisque on the stove, and she'll be disappointed if you don't eat it."About ten minutes later, I was sitting at the dining table with a steaming bowl of lobster bisque in front of me. It was warm, rich, and so carefully made that it felt far too special for an ordinary evening. Vincenzo sat across from me with an unreadable look on his face, quietly watching me eat without saying a word.After a long silence, he finally spoke."Marco called me useless tonight."I looked up from my bowl in surprise."What?""He said I let my wife go out for the evening without even trying to come with her." His voice remained calm, almost emotionless. "He thought it was very funny."I almost choked on my soup."Marco actually said that?""He did."I frowned. "He doesn't really seem like the kind of person who would..." I stopped halfway through
(Celeste Moretti's POV)His touch caught me completely by surprise.My heart skipped so hard that I almost forgot how to breathe. Heat crept up the back of my neck, and I quietly shifted closer to my side of the seat, hoping he wouldn't notice how flustered I had become."I wasn't upset with anyone," I said, this time making sure my voice sounded firmer.pp lp didn't argue with me.He didn't ask another question or try to make me explain myself. Instead, he reached over and gently took my hand. His fingers wrapped around mine, our palms resting together as though they belonged that way. His hand was warm, steady, and confident. He simply held it without saying another word, and somehow that quiet gesture spoke louder than anything he could have said.The car continued down the long driveway toward the estate. Only after it came to a complete stop did he finally let go of my hand.We stepped out into the cool night air and walked inside together.The moment we entered the house, I quie
(Celeste Moretti's POV)"Yes." I smiled at them. "The two of you go ahead. I'll wait here."I stood there until they disappeared through the door and were completely out of sight. Only then did I turn around, walk quickly to the car, open the passenger door, and slide inside.Vincenzo glanced at me before starting the engine. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly."That was quite the performance.""Don't start.""You looked like you were hiding something.""I said don't start." I pulled my seat belt across my chest and fastened it. "Can we just go?"He said nothing after that. Instead, he started the car and drove away. Through the reflection in the window, I caught the faint look on his face. He looked strangely pleased with himself, as though he had figured something out. The silence was almost worse than if he had kept teasing me.About twenty minutes later, I noticed we were not taking the road home.I turned to him. "Where are we going?""You'll see."A few minutes later, the c
(Celeste Morettiās POV) Stefano didnāt come home last night. Neither did Bianca. After her husbandās death, Tiziana had claimed that staying at the Conti estate brought back too many painful memories, so sheād moved into a luxury penthouse downtown. Where Stefano and Bianca had spent the night,
(Celeste Morettiās POV) The video showed Cerviniaās 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 didnāt recognize. She was holding a half-eaten gelato cone, her face bright with h
(Celeste Morettiās 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
(Author's POV) The Matriarch of the Conti family leaned toward Vincenzo, her voice lowered to a near whisper. āAre these people descendants of that illegitimate branch?ā Vincenzo gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. The Matriarchās expression tightened, a flicker of confusion crossing her f







