SCARLETTThe room remained silent after I said his name."I want Raffaele."For several seconds, the only sound I could hear was the faint hum of the air-conditioning.Bianca looked at Nicoló. Nicoló looked at my grandfather. My grandfather looked at me.And Matteo...Matteo never took his eyes off me.There was something different in his expression now. The casual amusement was gone, replaced by something far more cautious.He finally spoke. "Why Raffaele?"His voice sent a strange chill through me.There was a time when that voice could make me nervous. I remembered how easily I used to fall for his calm tone, the carefully chosen words, the way he could make manipulation sound like concern. Matteo had always known exactly what to say to make me question myself.I used to hear his voice and feel safe.Now I heard it and saw straight through him.I leaned back in my chair. "Because he's the eldest Moretti son."Matteo's eyebrows lifted slightly.I continued. "And he's the actual stra
Last Updated : 2026-09-12 Read more