Carlos Moretti:-"Carlos, is it true?" Merem asked when I was busy packing my suitcase in my room dressed up in a sexy revealing dress, hoping to get lucky for a round with me. I have made this mistake once, not going to make it again and besides if I look at her now, I don't feel a little bit of desire or lust for her. Her body doesn't turn me on the way Sabrina does. I don't find comfort and that mindblowing sensation that I feel with Sabrina. Now, I wonder why was I such a fool to sleep with her in the first place."What's true?" I asked, pretending not to understand her question when I was totally aware of what she was asking about."Is it true that you have transferred thirty percent of your company's share and thirty percent of Moretti shares that were under your name to Sabrina two days ago?" she asked " And, is it true that you are going to America with her?""You can watch me packing my suitcases with my own hands, right? So, you get the answer to that question already, Merem

Sabrina Costa:-"Woah! You have got one hell of a magnificent, fortress to stay and call home, Sab. Did you inherit this from your family or did you buy it yourself with your hard work?" Carlos asked as he entered my mansion that I had designed by the state's number one and well-known architecture."We were left with no family inheritance because of our enemies because they made sure to take everything from us, so no, I didn't inherit but had it built with the money I earned myself by doing hard work day and night to achieve the life I have got today," I replied without meeting Carlos's gaze as my brother wheeled me inside of the mansion."What do you mean by left with nothing, Sab?" he asked confused with a frown on his handsome face."Would you like to eat or drink anything, Carlos?" My brother knew that this was a sensitive topic for me, so he decided to step up and change the topic."No, I think I am fine for now. But thanks for the offer." Carlos said in a polite tone and approac

Carlos Moretti: As the sun vanished from sight and sank below the horizon line, the spacious luxurious living room in Sabrina’s mansion was drenched in darkness with long shades. I was seated in a leather armchair while drinking whiskey. I had negative thoughts. I could hear the soft whisper of a news anchor in the next room but not on the TV. The rumor that had filtered through my ears on the previous day came back at me, blackening memory for it related to the untimely demise of Sabrina’s dad, many years before.However, despite this knowledge, I knew that my father was not honest, often brutal, and secretive with his secrets. However, when I realized that maybe my dad could have had some linkage with that, I was devastated enough. I wanted an immediate response.Grabbing my phone, I made up my mind and called the number of my private investigator – Samuel Haines’s cell. There were times when I had engaged the services of Samuel to gather information, which was difficult for the p

Sabrina Costa:I was busy working in my office when there was a knock on my office door and entered my assistant to inform me that I had a visitor."A visitor?" I asked with a frown as I clicked on the sent button of the email I was sending to one of the business project investors "I don't remember having any meeting for the next two hours. Who is it then?""It's Mr. Carlos Moretti and little master, ma'am." my assistant replied, " The little master insists on meeting you a lot.""You know that you don't have to ask for permission when it comes to him," I tell my assistant who smiles and nods her head." I am sorry, Miss. Costa. I was ready to bring little master inside but I wasn't sure about Mr. Moretti. I told him to wait while I take Pierre inside but he refused to give him to me unless he comes along inside." she replied with a nervous expression scared that I might snap at her."It's alright, Kristy. Send them both in. Mr. Moretti is Pierre's father so he is allowed to come and

Sabrina Costa: "You promised... you fucking promised not to ruin my brother's life and their business. But you didn't listen to me. Why? I agreed to all of your terms and conditions and yet you still do that. Why? Why do you hate my father and my brothers so much?" Carlos shouted at me as he entered my hotel office in New York, the main branch. I leaned back and looked at him with a raised brow and wrapped my arms around my chest. "And, what makes you think that I was the one who did that? I am sure I am not the only enemy of your brothers. I am sure they have got several of them." I asked "I remember the contract very well and I have not breached it, yet. But, if you blame me for this, then I might forget about the damn contract and expose your brothers and your father. The world will come to know about the dirty business the Moretti's do. And, guess what? When that happens, the shares of the Morettis will go down and I will be the one to buy all of them and make sure that your fat