All Chapters of Erasing Mrs. Moretti: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

19 Chapters

Chapter 11

(Dante's POV)"Am I speaking with Mr. Dante Moretti?" The voice on the other end was that of a young man, polite and detached in the way only a professional lawyer could be."This is he.""My name is David Thompson. I'm a partner at Thompson & Associates. I've been retained by Alessia Moretti to discuss the terms of your property settlement and divorce agreement."Dante felt his blood turn to ice.When Dante arrived at the downtown law firm, he still clung to a sliver of hope that he would see her.Maybe she was finally willing to talk. Even if it was just about the terms of a divorce, at least he could see her, make sure she was safe.But the room was empty except for the two of them.No Alessia."Where's my wife?" Dante asked, his voice flat."I'm sorry, Mr. Moretti, but my client is not present today," Thompson said, taking a seat and pulling a thick file from his briefcase. "This is the divorce agreement she has prepared. The division of assets, alimony, and all other relevant clau

Chapter 12

(Dante's POV)"Boss, we found it." Marco's voice was tense but excited over the phone. "The Mrs.'s phone signal. We found the last place it pinged."Dante's heart stopped, then began to hammer against his ribs. "Where?""The industrial wastelands in the South Side, near the lake. Boss, it's a remote area, and…" Marco's voice grew cautious, "it's a place where gangs go to… take care of problems."The phone slipped from Dante's hand, falling silently onto the carpet.The Maserati tore through the streets of Chicago, its roaring engine ripping through the afternoon quiet. Dante's foot was jammed to the floor, the speedometer needle swinging wildly.His hands trembled on the steering wheel.If something happened to her...Dante couldn't let himself finish the thought.When he arrived, his men were dredging a muddy puddle."We used the equipment to track it. The Mrs.'s signal disappeared right here," Marco said, crouching down and stirring the murky water with a stick. "But we haven't found

Chapter 13

(Dante's POV)There were more messages on the screen, but Dante couldn't read them. Every word was a razor against his skin, every photo a whip against his soul.He finally, truly understood what Alessia had been enduring while he was enjoying the best of both worlds.She had to see these messages every day.She had to be reminded, every day, that her husband was in another woman's bed, insulting her.She had to face his disgusting, duplicitous face every day."Marco," Dante's voice turned arctic, as cold as a Siberian wind. "Get the car."On the way home, Dante dialed Jenna's number. After a few rings, her familiar, sugary voice answered."Darling, you finally called! I was starting to think you'd forgotten all about me."She was smart, pretending their earlier fight hadn't happened. She wasn't naive enough to think a man like Dante would ever stoop to apologize."Get to my villa. Now," Dante's voice was devoid of all emotion."What?" Jenna was clearly spooked by his tone. "Dante, wha

Chapter 14

(Dante's POV)His eyes blood-red, Dante stormed toward Jenna and seized her wrist."Give. It. Back." His voice was a low, terrifying growl that seemed to crawl up from the depths of hell.He ripped the ring from her finger. The rough movement tore her skin, and she screamed, trying to pull away, but his strength was monstrous.The moment the ring was back in his hand, he cupped it gently, as if it were the most precious thing in the world."Dante! Are you insane?" Jenna clutched her bleeding finger, her voice a high-pitched shriek. "You're hitting me for a woman who already left you? She doesn't love you! If she did, she wouldn't have just walked away!"Her words were cut short as Dante shoved his phone in her face.Message after message, explicit photo after explicit photo, venomous taunt after venomous taunt—all of it displayed under the bright lights.Jenna stared at the screen, her face turning a ghostly white. Her lips trembled, but no words came out."You really worked hard at th

Chapter 15

Chicago's Red Light District, just after midnight.A black SUV screeched to a halt on a neon-lit corner. The doors flew open, and two burly men dragged a woman out onto the pavement."No! Please!" Jenna struggled, her nails digging bloody furrows into the bodyguards' arms. "I can give you money! Lots of money!"But the men were expressionless, mechanically carrying out Dante's orders. During the struggle, the sleeve of Jenna's expensive silk blouse caught on the car door and ripped with a piercing tear. The fine fabric was as fragile as paper, instantly turning to rags."Ah!" she screamed, trying to cover her chest, but it was too late. The men let go, and she crashed onto the grimy sidewalk.The cold concrete stung her exposed skin, and broken glass from a discarded bottle sliced into her knee. Blood seeped through her torn stockings, mixing with the unknown filth on the ground.The black SUV sped away.Jenna trembled as she pushed herself up, realizing she’d been dumped right back in

Chapter 16

(Dante's POV)After dealing with Jenna, Dante lay on the side of the bed where Alessia used to sleep, feeling nothing but a vast, hollow emptiness.Jenna was right—getting rid of her wouldn't make Alessia forgive him.The buzz of his phone was jarring in the silent room."Boss." It was Marco, his voice tense and excited. "We've got something new."Dante's heart gave a hard thump. He gripped the phone. "Talk to me.""Someone at the airport saw a woman who looked a lot like the Mrs. boarding a flight to Reykjavik, Iceland. But I couldn't find her name on any passenger manifest."Dante shot up from his chair. For some reason, he had a powerful gut feeling. It was her."Get the jet ready," Dante's voice trembled. "We leave tonight."The winter wind in Reykjavik, Iceland, was fierce, but Dante didn't feel the cold.For the first time in a month, he felt close to Alessia.A black motorcade moved through the streets, finally stopping in front of a non-descript apartment building.Intel said t

Chapter 17

(Dante's POV)Vincenzo let out a heavy sigh.For over a month, Dante had barely eaten a proper meal or slept a full night.The entire Moretti family business was suffering."Father…" Dante looked up, his eyes shining with despair. "I've searched all of North America, all of Europe. I've sent all my men… why can't I find her? WHY?!"Vincenzo knelt and put his hands on his son's shoulders. "Dante, listen to me. If conventional methods won't work, then we use unconventional ones.""What do you mean?"The old Don's eyes glinted with resolve. "The Moretti family has been operating in the global underworld for decades. It's time to call in those favors."Dante's head shot up. "You mean…""We put the word out. Globally. Through our networks on every continent—the Camorra, the Yakuza, the Triads, the Bratva… We let every organization know who the Moretti family is looking for."Isabella stared at her husband in shock. "Vincenzo, that will put our family directly in the spotlight.""For my son,

Chapter 18

When the phone rang, I was making a cup of coffee, the silver spoon clinking softly against the ceramic as I stirred the hot milk.The phone in this remote guesthouse rarely rang, especially not in my room."Hello?"A familiar voice answered, one that had once brought me joy, then disgust, and now, only a quiet calm."Alessia… is that you?"I was silent for a moment before I finally spoke. "What is it?""Oh, God, Alessia, it's you… it's really you…" Dante's voice was shaking, on the verge of tears. "I thought… I thought I'd never hear your voice again…"I walked to the window and looked out at the Reykjavik landscape. The distant mountains were capped with snow, glistening in the setting sun. "What do you want?""Baby, I… I'm so sorry," he started to sob, the man who once ruled Chicago now crying like a child. "I know what I did was wrong. I betrayed you, I hurt you… but please, forgive me. Please…"I closed my eyes.Three months had been enough time for me to heal."Do you remember?"

Chapter 19

After leaving the guesthouse, I moved to a remote fjord town in western Iceland, a place where you could see the Northern Lights.My landlord was a kind old man named Gunnar. He didn't speak much English, and we mostly communicated with gestures and simple words, but the quiet was exactly what I needed.Every evening, I played my violin by the fireplace. The familiar melodies echoed in the small cabin, accompanied by the sound of the sea breeze and the distant mountains. I painted, I read, I drank coffee, and I watched the aurora dance across the sky.I felt a true sense of peace.One afternoon, Gunnar knocked on my door. He looked hesitant, holding an old smartphone in his hand."Ava," he said, using my new name, "I don't know if I should show you this… but there are these videos going around online… about an American gangster. They're saying… they're saying the man is dying."I put down my paintbrush and looked at his worried face. "What video?"I took the old phone from Gunnar's han

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