Semua Bab The Forgotten Heiress Who Took It All Back: Bab 1 - Bab 9

Aria’s POVI signed my name on the agreement from the rival gang, agreeing to be delivered to them in five days as a hostage, until my family paid off the debt they owed.In five days, I would become a prisoner. I had no idea what awaited me—would they kill me? Or worse, humiliate me?After I signed the contract, I went to find my father and mother.They were sitting in the living room, discussing where they would go for spring break. Emily, our family’s adopted daughter, was sitting next to them.They didn’t seem affected by the rival’s threat at all. And why would they be? They had already found their solution.Me.Even though Emily was the one who caused this mess. She volunteered to oversee the drug transport but somehow got ambushed by another gang.Emily got hurt, broke a leg. And the entire shipment got stolen.Soon the Ricci demanded that we return the money. But father already spent it on acquiring another club and a house.So, the Ricci had offered another solution: deliver

Aria’s POV“How much?” I asked, my voice steady.“You tell me!” Father’s voice raised in anger. “How could I raise a daughter like you—stealing from your own family? If not for you handing over the casino to Emily, how long would we have waited before uncovering this?”Damian intervened, his tone soothing. “Mr. Moretti, calm down. I believe Aria, and I think there’s more to this than we can see.” Then, turning to me with that same soft gaze, he added, “Aria, please, tell us. Did you need the money? You could have asked me or Mr. Moretti. You can’t just take it.”“Are you two finished?” I asked, my voice cold as I walked toward the table. I pulled out my wallet, extracting a few cards. “This is my debit card. This includes my savings account. This is my credit card.”Father raised an eyebrow, clearly confused.“Run the test,” I said coolly. “See if the missing funds are in those accounts. If you don’t find anything, maybe the real thief is still out there.”Father scoffed. “The real thi

Damian’s POVWhen Aria told me she was going to the Ricci as the hostage, I wanted to say no. God, I wanted to scream it. Because part of me—part I don’t want to admit—was that I loved her. More than I should.I’d met her at a Mafia circle gathering. Back then, she was the Moretti heir, the firstborn, the future of her family. And me? I was only the third son of my father, the one destined to fade into the background.I knew better than anyone that if I wanted to survive in this world, I needed power. And Aria Moretti was my ticket—my chance to outrun my brothers, to claim something greater.So I pursued her. Invited her out. Swept her off her feet. I told myself I could have her. And through her, I could have the Moretti name, the Moretti resources.What I hadn’t expected was Emily.Whenever I asked about her sister, Aria would fall into silence. I could tell she didn’t like Emily—but as her boyfriend, I thought it was my duty not to push. So we never spoke of her again.Until one day

Damian’s POV“A box. USBs, documents, a tape. I was about to call. Can you pick it up today?”“Yes.”When I told Michael, he said he wanted to come along.We agreed not to open the box until everyone gathered. Michael called Elara and Emily. Elara went white at the photo; Emily didn’t answer—probably busy at the casino. Michael decided we wouldn’t wait.The three of us—Elara, Michael, and I—sat in the Moretti study with the box between us. It felt too light, as if it shouldn’t contain anything worth shouting about.I lifted the lid. Inside: a handful of USBs, a neat stack of documents, and an old video tape.“Watch the video first,” Michael said, voice husky. “I need to hear her voice.”We fed the tape into the player. The room seemed to shrink around the screen as the static cleared and the footage began to roll.The face on the monitor wasn’t Aria’s. It was Emily’s—grainy, raw, utterly merciless in its clarity. She lay on a bed, her legs swathed in casts. A boy sat beside her, half-s

Aria’s POVThe Ricci met me with a private plane. It felt absurdly luxurious—private jets and silk napkins, as if I were an honored guest rather than a hostage.“Come, Miss Moretti. Mr. Ricci awaits you in his study.”I nodded. On the flight I’d run through a dozen escape plans. Offer to work for him. Offer my father’s contacts. Betray my father if that’s what it took. He hadn’t hesitated to betray me—why should I spare him?The car stopped. The butler opened my door and the manor rose before me—bigger and more beautiful than I expected. The maid greeted me with a sweet smile, “Miss Moretti—Mr. Ricci said a very beautiful lady would be visiting.”The politeness soothed me, perversely. If these people were kind, perhaps their master was kind too.A small, ridiculous hope fluttered.The maid led me up to the third floor. We paused at a giant redwood door. Her gesture told me to enter. My hand found the cold brass.He sat behind a desk—young, impossibly young—no more than twenty-five, i