All Chapters of The Moretti Daughter They Denied: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

The bone-china espresso cup slipped from my hand and shattered outside my father's study.The conversation inside stopped.I stood beneath the hallway lights, shaking so hard from fever that my teeth clicked. White porcelain lay around my shoes, the painted Moretti crest split down the middle.My mother opened the door and looked at the broken cup before looking at me.“Serena, what is wrong with you? It's the middle of the night.”My skin burned with a fever of nearly 103 degrees. I had one hand against the wall just to remain standing.She noticed none of it.“I came down for water,” I said. “It slipped.”Behind her, my father remained at his desk.Matteo Moretti was the Don who controlled Chicago's most powerful Mafia family. Later that week,he would induct Bianca into the Moretti council as his chosen successor.But I had just heard the truth.Bianca was adopted.I was their biological daughter.For eighteen years, they had lied about my birth so I would surrender everything to her

Chapter 2

“Who are you calling?”An armored black Cadillac stopped beside me. The rear window lowered, revealing my father in the back seat.“Get in.”I ended the call and climbed inside.Before the car moved, he threw a gray envelope into my lap.My DNA search request, hospital invoice, and blood-sample barcode spilled across my knees.Moretti security monitored everyone connected to the Family. They had flagged my name as soon as I entered it into a public DNA database.“You submitted a blood sample without permission,” my father said. “What were you looking for?”“My biological family.”His expression hardened.“And if the test connected you to the Morettis? Were you planning to show the council and claim Bianca's seat?”The hospital invoice lay between us. The name of the hematology department was printed across the top, but he never looked at it.I had searched for my birth parents because I wanted to live.He saw only an attack on Bianca.“I wasn't trying to take anything from her.”“After

Chapter 3

It was after midnight when I arrived at Black Pine.The isolated house belonged to the Moretti Family. My father used it to hide witnesses and discipline people who had disobeyed him.Rocco, one of his longtime enforcers, ran the property with his wife, Dana.The moment I entered, Rocco took my phone and ID. Dana emptied my bag onto the floor.Three sweaters, four paperbacks, a bottle of fever medicine, and my prepaid cremation receipt fell at her feet.She picked up the medicine.“The Don warned us that you like putting on a show when you want sympathy.”“I have a fever. I need that.”“You need to confess.”She locked the medicine in a kitchen cabinet and dropped several sheets of paper onto the table.The title had already been printed across the top:Statement Admitting My Attempt to Steal the Moretti SuccessionRocco pushed a pen toward me.“Sign it.”“I didn't try to steal anything.”“Then you stay here until you're ready to tell the truth.”The first night, my fever climbed until

Chapter 4

By sunrise, I could no longer stand. Fever pulled me in and out of consciousness, and each time I opened my eyes, another memory waited in the dark.When I was nine, I wore a borrowed black dress to Sunday dinner, but my father stopped me at the door and said, “This table is for blood relatives and sworn members of the Family.”When I was fifteen, gunmen attacked a Moretti restaurant. The guards evacuated Bianca and left me behind because my name wasn't on the protection list. After a bullet grazed my shoulder, I took a bus to the hospital alone.My father arrived two hours later and asked why I had made myself visible to the shooters, not whether I was hurt.For eighteen years, I had believed they treated me that way because I wasn't their biological daughter. Now, as I lay dying in their cellar, I understood that blood had never been the reason. They had simply chosen Bianca.Near noon, Dana unlocked the cellar and froze when she saw the blood beneath me.“Rocco, her lips are turning

Chapter 5

My father didn't speak for a long time.The celebration went on outside his study. Bianca had just received the obsidian brooch, and champagne glasses chimed beyond the door. My mother came in smiling and asked why he wasn't accepting congratulations from the allies.He lowered the phone with care, as if one careless movement might make the sheriff's words real. “Serena is dead.”My mother's smile locked in place. “Who told you that?”“The county sheriff.”“That girl is lying again. She doesn't even have proper identification. How could the police possibly know—”“The DNA confirmed it.”The room went silent.My mother gripped the edge of the desk until her knuckles whitened. “That's impossible. She called me two hours ago.”My father looked at her as though he'd never seen her before. “She called you?”“She said she was bleeding and needed a hospital. I thought she was trying to make us bring her back.”He snatched up his keys. Within minutes, he was heading north with Dr. Julian Hayes

Chapter 6

The autopsy took two days.My parents stayed in the county seat. My father sat outside the medical examiner's office without answering Family calls. Whenever Dominic tried to mention the council or Bianca's induction, he ordered him out of the building.The final report was worse than the preliminary findings.There was no single injury severe enough to kill me. What killed me was an infection nobody treated, a platelet count that kept crashing, and four days of deliberately delayed care. A small hemorrhage had started behind my left temple. By the time Dana opened the cellar, blood was spreading through my brain.The last paragraph stated that if I'd been taken to a hospital the first time I made a clear request, emergency treatment might have stabilized me long enough for transplant evaluation.A chance wasn't a guarantee.My father had still refused to let me have it.Dr. Hayes placed my full Cook County chart in front of him. On the first page, Dr. Patel had written her recommendat

Chapter 7

After the recording stopped for the third time, the only sound in the storage room was my mother's muffled crying.My father stayed on the bench and replayed the line about bringing him my chart. Again and again, he listened to me say I had been ready to ask him to save me, as if repetition might send him back to the rear seat of the Cadillac.But he had already been in that car with me.He hadn't opened the hospital invoice. He had looked at his frightened, sick daughter and seen a rival.By the time they returned to Chicago, the Moretti council had gathered at the estate. My death had occurred in a property controlled by the Family, under the watch of two sworn soldiers. The safe house's calls led straight to Dominic and my father. No one could dismiss it as private grief.The oldest Family attorney placed my grandfather's succession documents on the dining table. He had served three generations of Morettis, and for the first time in my life, he said my name as though it carried weig

Chapter 8

Only four people attended my cremation: my father, my mother, Dr. Hayes, and Sheriff Nolan.There was no procession of black cars, no Moretti banners, and no three-volley salute from men who had never once guarded me. A city employee carried a plain ceramic urn into Grant Memorial Columbarium and placed it in a standard niche. The metal plaque showed only my name and the dates of my birth and death.My father asked to add one line beneath it: Firstborn Daughter of the Moretti Family.The employee checked my directive and turned the page toward him. In the section for inscriptions and family relationships, I'd written a clear instruction.[List no relatives.]My mother broke down. She pressed both hands to the cold niche door and begged them to let her take me home.I stood behind her and felt nothing.I'd spent most of my life wishing to hear those words. By the time she finally said them, I didn't need a home anymore.After the cremation, the reckoning came fast.Rocco and Dana were c

Chapter 9

The Moretti case took two years to reach trial.My father's lawyers first planned to lay everything on Rocco and Dominic. They drafted a defense claiming I had a history of manipulating the household and that my father merely wanted to remove me from a dispute over succession until I calmed down. They described Black Pine as a retreat. They called the locked cellar a security precaution.My father read the brief once and tore it down the middle.“The order was mine,” he told them. “Every time she asked for a doctor, somebody reported it up the chain. I chose not to believe her.”One lawyer warned that the admission could add years to his sentence.“Then put the years where they belong.”He pleaded guilty to unlawful imprisonment and obstruction of medical care. Existing racketeering and extortion counts tied to Moretti Freight were folded into the same case, and the court sentenced him to eight years in federal prison.At the plea hearing, prosecutors played the safe-house calls in chr

Chapter 10

A thin rain fell outside Grant Memorial.My father helped my mother through the entrance and stopped at my niche. Eight years had altered him more than prison photographs showed. His back no longer held the rigid line that used to silence rooms, and his right hand trembled from an old injury he'd picked up inside.My mother touched the letters of my name as though reading the grave of a stranger. “Why doesn't she live with us in the family cemetery?”He placed white anemones below the plaque. “Because we didn't let her come home while she was alive.”She looked down at the compass in her hands. The silver case had gone dull, but the needle remained steady. “If I give this back, can she find the way?”“She already found it.” My father swallowed. “The road just doesn't lead to us.”He set the cardboard box on the floor and arranged the letters one by one. The first was dated the night he entered prison, the last the day before his release. My name was written carefully on every envelope.

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