LOGINThe mansion felt unusually alive that morning, the same kind of stillness that came before drama in the D'Angelo Mansion. Maya could sense it the moment she stepped into the grand hallway. Staff moved briskly, whispers floated through the air, and the faint scent of expensive lilies lingered like a perfume marking new territory.She turned the corner toward the sitting room and froze.Valentina Moretti stood near the window, her reflection gleaming against the glass. She was dressed in white, not innocent white, but the kind meant to blind, to claim space. Her lips curved into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.“Look who at who is here,” she said smoothly, as if tasting the name. “Maya. The famous caregiver.”Maya straightened, keeping her voice calm. “Can I help you with something, Ms. Moretti?”“Oh, I think you already have,” Valentina replied, stepping closer. “You’ve been taking such good care of Leo, haven’t you? The whole house talks about how... dedicated you are.”Her tone ma
The air in the therapy room was still, broken only by the faint hum of the treadmill and the rhythm of waves striking the cliffs beyond the windows. Morning light spilled across the glass walls, painting everything in shades of pale gold.It should have felt peaceful. But inside Maya, nothing was.She stood by the parallel bars, clipboard in hand, watching Leo finish his last set. His movements were steady, his expression calm. The same control that had once impressed her now felt like a wall she couldn’t reach across.“Good,” she said softly when he stopped. “Your balance is improving.”Leo nodded, breath even. “It has to. I’ve had the best therapist in the city.”Her chest tightened. “Don’t,” she whispered. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”He hesitated, then lowered his gaze. “Everything I’ve said to you, I meant.”“Then why didn’t you tell me?” Her voice trembled despite her effort to steady it. “Why did I have to find out with the rest of the world?”Leo’s hand tightened on the
Maya entered quietly from the back hallway, a folder of medical notes pressed against her chest. She hadn’t been told there would be guests, let alone cameras. Her steps slowed when she saw Valentina standing beside Leo, radiant under the lights.Across the room, Luca caught her eye, his expression uneasy. Before she could approach him, a staff member gently stopped her.“Please, miss, we’re about to begin.”The air thickened as Leo wheeled himself to the podium, Valentina gliding silently behind him. Flashbulbs flickered. The D’Angelo crest gleamed on the wall behind them, a symbol of legacy, now tied to the wrong promise.Leo’s voice broke through the hum of cameras.“Good morning, and thank you all for coming. In recent months, the D’Angelo Group has faced challenges, both within and beyond these walls. But every challenge tests our unity. Today marks a new chapter for this company, one built on legacy, trust, and strength.”He paused, eyes sweeping the crowd before landing briefly
Lorenzo D’Angelo sat alone in his bedroom, a glass of scotch untouched beside him.The city beyond the window was quiet, but his mind refused to rest.Leo’s words echoed in his head “I won’t let them turn your mistakes into my chains.”He stared into the darkness, memories surfacing like ghosts. His late wife had warned him about the Morettis especially Alicia. “That woman smiles with a knife behind her back,” she had said once.And then she’d died during childbirth. Lorenzo had never stopped suspecting that Alicia Moretti’s hand had guided the tragedy, but proof had always slipped through his fingers.Now, as the clock ticked toward midnight, he found himself proud and uneasy.Proud that his son had faced the board without his help. Uneasy because that victory had come at a cost.He had raised a son strong enough to defy him and the world but in a family like theirs, strength always came with a price.Lorenzo finally reached for his phone and scrolled through his contacts until his f
The roar of the private jet echoed across the runway as Lorenzo D’Angelo stepped down, the evening wind tugging at his coat. His expression was unreadable — part exhaustion, part controlled fury. He had flown overnight from Geneva without closing his eyes once.Two black sedans waited on the tarmac. As he got in, his assistant handed him a folder. “Everything you asked for, sir — the minutes from the board meeting, and a transcript of the vote.”Lorenzo flipped through the papers quickly. “Eight to four,” he muttered. “So, he won.”“Yes, sir,” the assistant said carefully. “Mr. Leo retained his position as CEO.”Lorenzo’s jaw tightened. “My boy,” he whispered. He still couldn’t believe Leo had done it — and without him.The drive to the D’Angelo estate was silent. When they reached the gates, the guards straightened instantly — no one had seen the patriarch in weeks.Inside, the mansion was dimly lit. Leo was already waiting in his study, the faint hum of the city spilling through the
“Ma’am, now that we’ve lost the board vote, does our deal still stand?” Ms. Gladys asked as she and Mrs. Moretti stood in the dim underground car park.Mrs. Moretti turned sharply, her heels echoing off the concrete. “This is not the time, Gladys,” she snapped, her tone tight with anger. “I already told you — if that engagement happens, Valentina becomes entitled to half of the D’Angelo empire. Then we’ll call the shots.”She took a deep breath, steadying herself. “You want to head the New York subsidiary? I can make that happen. But not while we’re still fighting this war.”Gladys fell silent. She had never seen Mrs. Moretti this furious.Mrs. Moretti’s thoughts churned. How did the board defy me? She had offered them everything — contracts, positions, favors — yet they voted against her.“How did this happen?” she demanded. “You were supposed to have eyes everywhere.”“I suspect Steven,” Gladys said quietly. “And… I heard that some of the members knew this meeting was happening ahea







