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My Eight Brothers Treasured the Fake Heiress Chapter 10
When I was 23, the old house in the vineyard was scheduled for renovation. Anthony's first proposal was very simple."Blow it up."I looked at him."What?""The old wine cellar."He pointed at the blueprints."Seal off the perimeter, clear the underground level, and demolish it."Samuel, sitting beside him, clearly loved the idea."I think we should."I didn't say anything. He quickly added, "You decide." I looked up."That's real progress."Samuel fell silent at this.Anthony frowned, though."There's no point keeping it."I closed the blueprints."We're not tearing it down right now."He paused for two seconds."Okay."No one mentioned it again. The old house remained untouched for another year. Then, one fall, I took the keys myself. Luca knew where I was going. He only asked, "Do you want someone to come with you?""You can all come."He said, "Okay." We went to the vineyard together. The old house was much smaller than I remembered. Maybe it was because I'd grown up. The undergrou
My Eight Brothers Treasured the Fake Heiress Chapter 9
On my 21st birthday, I asked for a big party for the first time. When Leon heard me, he thought he'd misheard."You what?""I want a birthday party."He stared at me for a few seconds."A family dinner?""No."I slid the guest list across the table.Old family friends. Longtime associates from our legitimate businesses. A handful of families that had always been on good terms with the Morettis.I wasn't inviting the entire East Coast. I didn't need to. Everyone who had once known "Elena Moretti" would be there, and this time, there would be no confusion about who belonged at the head of the table.Leon slowly raised his eyebrows."You're sure?""I'm sure."He perked right up."Then I can—""There are conditions."He sat back down."Go on.""One, no press.""Done.""Two, no one tells the story of those nine years for me.""Done.""Three, no one calls me a miracle, and no one calls me the lost princess who came home."Leon was quiet for two seconds."Anyone who dares, I'll throw them out
My Eight Brothers Treasured the Fake Heiress Chapter 8
The year I turned 19, I chose to attend my parents' memorial for the first time.It was at the same chapel.I hadn't been near the old house in two years. When the car stopped, Gabriel asked, "Do you want to use another entrance?" I looked down the long walkway. Nine years ago, I'd crawled out of the underground passage and hidden behind the stone pillar closest to the door. From there, I'd caught a glimpse of Luca walking away. I stood there for a few seconds."This way."Gabriel didn't ask again. I walked over on my own. Every step was slow. The stone pillars were unchanged. The wall lights had been replaced, and a few floor tiles had been relaid. When I reached the spot where someone had clamped a hand over my mouth, I stopped for a moment. No one touched me. Luca and the others waited behind me, keeping their distance. I kept walking. There were no reporters in the chapel and only a few guests. After the memorial, I thought the day was over. Then Niccolo came over and told me someo
My Eight Brothers Treasured the Fake Heiress Chapter 7
Six months after I was rescued, Leon hosted a charity gala downtown. It was one of the year's most important public events for the Moretti family's legitimate foundation. For the first time, I said what I wanted without waiting for anyone to ask. "I want to go."The table went quiet for a moment.Luca looked up first. Anthony said, almost at the same time, "No." I looked at him. He frowned as if he'd already considered every possible risk."Too many people.""There's security.""That's exactly why."I stayed silent, so he explained. "There'll be a lot of people coming and going, and the press will be there too. We haven't managed to keep what happened to you completely out of the public eye.""So?""Wait a little longer."Luca spoke up too. "You could start with a smaller event."Neither of them sounded harsh. But I'd heard the message behind those words too many times before: It's dangerous out there. You'd better stay inside.I put down my fork."If I never leave the estate," I asked
My Eight Brothers Treasured the Fake Heiress Chapter 6
The prettiest room at the main estate had always been the easternmost room on the third floor. My mother had it redone while she was pregnant with me. When I was little, I thought the wallpaper was too pink, so I secretly drew an ugly horse on it in crayon. My father said the room had to be repainted. Luca refused. He said I could decide for myself when I was older. Nine years later, I stood in front of that door again. The wallpaper had long since been changed. So had the bed. Sophia's dresses hung in the closet, and a bottle of perfume she'd left behind was still on the vanity. The jewelry box my mother had given me sat at the very back, as if no one had touched it in nine years.After only a few seconds, I found it hard to breathe. Luca stood behind me."Clear all of it out."The staff moved to obey. Before they could start, I said, "Don't." Everyone stopped. Luca turned toward me."Seal it," I said. "Don't touch anything yet."He was quiet for a moment."Okay."He didn't say "It's
My Eight Brothers Treasured the Fake Heiress Chapter 5
On my first night out of the cellar, I didn't sleep in the main house. Gabriel had someone prepare the small guest room next to the old study, and I sat there for two hours. Near dawn, the gunfire on the estate finally stopped, and the lights from ambulances and police cars swept across the curtains again and again.Luca stood outside the door. He didn't come in."We caught Vito," he said.I sat on the edge of the bed and didn't answer."Sophia's here too."I still didn't make a sound. After a while, he asked, "Do you want to know what we're going to do with them?" Only then did I look up at the door."Is anyone going to die?"It was quiet outside the door for two seconds."If you don't want that, no one dies because of you."I stared at my hands."I don't want that."I had already stared down too many gun barrels. I didn't want anyone else to stand in front of me and say someone had died to settle the score on my behalf. Luca only said, "Okay." The next morning, the Moretti family's i
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