Dominic Moretti Novels & Stories

At her own engagement party, Cassie Reeves is humiliated in front of the elite when her fiancé chooses her best friend instead, turning her heartbreak into a public spectacle. But before the whispers can settle, his brother makes an offer. Dominic Hale has always lived in the shadow of the perfect heir, dismissed as reckless and underestimated by everyone who matters. Marrying Cassie is supposed to be a strategic move to secure power, restore his place in the family, and take everything his brother never thought he could. For Cassie, it’s simple. Revenge, reputation, and a chance to rewrite the narrative. Six months, one contract, no feelings. But the man she thought was a mistake becomes her strongest ally, her safest place, and the one person who sees her clearly. As more secrets unfold and betrayal cuts deeper than expected, Cassie realizes this was never just a game. The most dangerous move wasn’t marrying her ex’s brother. It was falling for him.

They called him the Mafia King, but I knew him as the devil who ripped my sister from this world. My mission was sacred; vengeance. My method; Seduce the beast, then plunge the knife deep when he least expects it. I stepped into his world and offered him my supposed innocence, and like all devils, he took the bait. ​Dominic Sokolov didn’t just want me; he claimed me. Every possessive stare, every burning touch, every depraved whisper chipped away at the vengeance that once fueled my soul. He was a poison I craved, a sin I embraced, and with every scorching kiss, the bullet meant for his heart began to feel like my own. But a devil always finds his due. And when he discovers the assassin hidden beneath the lover, I know what waits. ​A hell far worse than death itself.

At the gala of the Italian Mafia Don, Dominic Caccini, he publicly presented the ruby brooch that symbolized the Donna's status. I truly believed my five years of waiting had finally come to an end. But in the next second, he gently pinned the brooch onto Bianca's glittering gown. The hall erupted into thunderous applause. "You gave it to Bianca? Aren't you afraid of making Dr. Aria angry?" his close inner circle teased with laughs. "Bianca lost a game tonight, and her friends demanded she get this brooch as a forfeit. How could I leave her embarrassed in front of everyone?" "Everyone knows Aria will be my wife. As the Donna, there’s no need for her to petty over Bianca." Every time he used this exact excuse to force me to be understanding. But this time, I didn't argue. Instead, I quietly accepted the Medical College's invitation. The day after tomorrow, I will leave him forever.

When I took a bullet for Theo Moretti, the bullet grazed my temple, compressing the optic nerve and causing blindness in both my eyes. He kneeled by my hospital bed, pressed the family crest to his chest, and swore: “Sophie, I will be your eyes for life. If I break this oath, may I die a horrendous death.” I believed him. However, the day my sight returned, I saw Theo through the bedroom door, naked on our marital bed with the maid, Isabella. He gripped her waist and thrust violently, his voice hoarse in a way I had never heard, growling, “Bella… you really are the most seductive woman in all of Sicily…” “Theo, who else besides me could satisfy you like this in bed? Divorce that blind woman already!” Isabella nibbled his earlobe. “After all, I’m the one who truly understands you.” “Wait a little longer,” Theo panted. “I need time… Don Lucas just handed me control of the docks. If I divorce now, I’ll be left with nothing.” Rare snowflakes rained down outside. I walked barefoot out of the estate in a thin nightgown and sent an encrypted message to my father. “Father, send someone to pick me up in three days. I’m coming home.” Don Lucas, my father, never expected that the boss he had personally promoted would dare betray his daughter. He replied with a single sentence: “For daring to betray you, Theo’s dead.” What I did not know was that this message would ignite a storm that would sweep across all of Sicily. In three days, Theo Moretti, the man I had risked my life for and I had personally helped rise to power, would lose everything he held dear, including me.

Luca Moretti is a thief with one rule—never hurt anyone. But when a desperate mistake ties him to ruthless Mafia king Vittorio Russo, that rule shatters. What begins as a stolen night turns into a dangerous obsession. Vittorio doesn’t want revenge—he wants ownership. Trapped in a gilded cage of power, control, and dark desire, Luca is forced to choose between his freedom and the only family he has left—his younger brother. But the deeper Luca falls into Vittorio’s world, the more dangerous the truth becomes. Because the man he’s starting to crave… may be tied to the very tragedy that destroyed his life. And in a world where love is weakness, falling for a monster might be the deadliest mistake of all.

Isabella Garcia has no time for love—not when her world revolves around caring for her sick son, Ethan and staying away from her ex husband and his petty choices. One impulsive night out, she meets a man who sweeps her off her feet. Enzo Moretti is dangerous, powerful and persuasive. As the notorious mafia leader in New York, his life is a network of secrets and shadows. But when he meets Isabella, she becomes his only weakness—a woman who knows nothing of his empire of dark deeds. But secrets can only stay uncovered for a while and when the life she's been drawn into threatens the safety of her son, she’s willing to run and risk it all. But Will Enzo let her?

Ava Hart is a broke waitress who takes a catering shift at a private event to pay her bills. When the real bride vanishes minutes before the ceremony, Ava ends up in the wrong hallway at the wrong moment Then the groom spots her with a gun safety clicks somewhere behind her. She says yes. By the time the veil comes off, she is legally married to Dante Moretti head of one of the most dangerous families in the city. She has no power. No exit. And a secret she has spent five years protecting that this marriage is about to make impossible to keep. Dante is not the man she expected. The mansion is not the cage she prepared for. And the danger that follows her through those doors did not come from outside. It was already inside. Waiting.

For love, I followed Harrison, the underboss of the Moretti family, from halfway across the world. But for five whole years, my permanent residency application had gone nowhere. Several key steps required Harrison's personal involvement, but he always claimed he was too swamped with family business to find the time. Yet Cathy, my so-called stepsister, who was living on our estate, got her residency in just two short weeks. I only found out through the servants' gossip that Harrison had personally stepped in, pressuring a top immigration lawyer to rush it through. With my hopes completely shattered, I told him I wanted to go home. Harrison, a man who was always so proud, panicked. He pulled me into a fierce embrace, kissing my hair. "Aurora, you're my wife. Getting your permanent residency is just a matter of time." "But Cathy is different. She has no family to protect her. Without legal status, she could be deported at any moment." "Just do it for me. Stay. Okay?" Once again, I gave in to his tender words. Until today. I went to the immigration office alone to check on my file. The clerk stared at the screen, her face a mask of confusion. "Ma'am, the system clearly states that Mr. Harrison Moretti's legal spouse is... a Ms. Cathy." "Did you perhaps fill out your form incorrectly?" My world froze. So, the five years of waiting had all been a lie. I wasn't just denied permanent residency; my very marriage was a fraud. I didn't go back to the estate. I went straight to the airport and flew home. Before I boarded, the last message from him read: "Stop throwing a tantrum. Come home." But Harrison, we didn't have a home anymore.

When Luca Moretti chose the jewelry for our wedding, he still bought two pieces and let my twin sister Bianca choose first. One was a ruby cuff from a Sicilian auction. The other was an off-the-rack black onyx bracelet, the kind sold in every mall jewelry store. For the first time, I reached before Bianca could. I pointed at the ruby cuff. "This time, can I choose first?" Luca set his palm on my head with the easy affection he used to make me behave. "Bianca has always been stubborn about quality. If it's not the best, she won't take it. You don't care about this stuff, Elena. The other piece isn't bad." I didn't answer right away. Something inside my chest went quiet. In my own family, Bianca always got the first slice, the clean seat, and the room with the view. My mother said she needed the best because she carried the Bellini name better. My father called it practical. Marriage worked that way too. The Bellinis and Morettis had promised one daughter to the Moretti heir long before either of us knew what love was. Everyone assumed that daughter would be Bianca. Instead, she made her position crystal clear: she'd rather keep her freedom and her spotless public image than become Mrs. Moretti. So Luca turned to the remaining Bellini daughter. I had known Luca for twenty years, and in his world, I always stood behind Bianca. I looked at the black onyx bracelet on the table and pushed it back. "Bianca can have both. I'm not choosing." I didn't want another leftover choice. Not anymore.

A flash flood swept down from the mountains, causing me to become caught in a car crash. As five steel bars pierced through me, I could feel my blood pouring out in torrents as my life hung by a thread. My husband rushed to the scene. Instead of coming to me, he cradled his true love from the passenger seat and walked away. He didn't even glance in my direction. I was in and out of the ICU three times, clinging to life. Not once did he visit me. His attention was wholly fixed on the girl, who only had a mild concussion. After nearly ten years of deceiving myself, I couldn't keep playing the fool any longer. The day I was discharged, I asked my husband, Dominic Davis, for a divorce. I had survived by sheer luck, and I wasn't about to waste any more time with a husband who didn't love me.