Dominic Moretti Mga Nobela at Kwento

The halogen floodlights hummed above us, buzzes of insects circling the warm light in the damp air. Then, a man stepped out from the main cabin onto the lower deck. Dominic Moretti didn't look like a mobster from a movie, nor did he look like a corporate executive. He looked like an old-world European aristocrat who had spent a lifetime in military command. He was in his early sixties, tall and lean, wearing an immaculate double-breasted grey wool coat over a crisp white shirt without a tie. His hair was silver, swept back cleanly from a face carved with harsh, angular lines, and his dark eyes caught the ambient light with the cold, unblinking clarity of a fal

The day I was diagnosed with leukemia, my first reaction wasn't fear. It was relief. I wasn't really a Moretti anyway. If I died, I wouldn't owe anyone anything. When I was six, Bianca and I fought over a stuffed bear. My mother dragged me into a corner and said each word slowly enough to make sure I understood. “You are not our biological child. Everything in this house is something we've given you out of kindness.” After that, I never asked for anything again. Bianca got new dresses. I wore her old school uniforms. Bianca took piano lessons. I washed dishes in the kitchen to earn money for breakfast the next morning. I lived like a piece of luggage someone had left in the Moretti h

Meanwhile outside of the door Matteo could hear them jumping and crying he picked up his phone dialing Dominco's number, "What's up!" Dominco asked after picking on the first ring,he had been waiting for Matteo's call, "It's positive sir,she's with child!" Matteo said to him, Dominco who didn't want another child,his stomach got swamped with butterflies as he was happy, "Bring them home right away,and if anything happens to them, especially my girl,I'd have your head for breakfast!" With that Dominco ended the call, shaking his head Matteo knew he couldn't let anything happen since his destruction was also with them.

"You wanted me in a cage, Dominic. Why help me now?" Dominic looked at me, and for a moment, the mask of the cold mafia boss slipped. I saw the man who had lost his empire, his family, and his pride. "Because a king without a kingdom is nothing," he whispered. "But a man without his soul is even less. You aren't my wife anymore, Sienna. You’re something far more terrifying. And I’d rather watch you burn them down than see them turn you into a statistic." He reached into his coat and pulled out a small, encrypted tablet. He slid it across the concrete floor toward me.

Dominic turned, his eyes locking onto the rows of staff still frozen in their seats. "All of you, stay where you are!" Dominic commanded, his expression shifting drastically—cold and predatory. He walked slowly around the conference table, creating a suffocating tension. "Tell me... who among you knows what truly happened at the third branch office? Speak now, and I might consider letting you off if you cooperate," Dominic said in a low, menacing voice. "Don’t make me find the extent of your involvement myself." ***

Wet heat crawled into my eyes, threatening to make me cry. Damien gave me a slow, mocking round of applause, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Typical Isabella Moretti,” he said. “Always turning the tables around in her favor.” “I meant it when I told you not to show your face to me again,” I said through clenched teeth. “I’m only going to repeat it one last time.” He stepped forward, tilting his head forward. I pretended not to inhale his lavender scent or notice how his eyes bore into mine with an intensity.

I asked. "Alessandro Russo, tall, tanned, handsome you know the typical mafia man type" My heart dropped and my palms began to sweat, thinking back to my husband, the love of my life who left me at the lowest point of my life, and I was going to see him at the gala for the first time in a year. "I'll send you the rest of the details," Mateo states and hangs up, leaving my head spinning and my mind in a whole different state. A single tear fell from my eye hearing the name of the man who gave me the best life I'd ever had and then destroyed it.

The room dropped a few degrees, and Matteo’s friends instantly straightened on their seats, their arrogant expressions completely dissipating at Dominic’s commanding presence. “Matteo? What are you doing?” He asked, his tone almost sounding bored as he stepped further into the room. “Ah, Dom! You’re here,” Matteo chuckled as he zipped up his pants and turned to Dominic. “Just trying to have some fun with this piccola puttana. She’s quite a looker, isn’t she?” Dominic grunted as he strode towards the main leather couch across from us and took a seat. His broad shoulders were relaxed, but there was something threatening about his gaze as he rubbed his fists and stared at my kneeling form.

“Paperwork’s been prepped and signed for weeks. I figured you’d try to sink the ship, what you didn’t expect is that I rebuilt the entire foundation with someone far more competent by my side. As you might know, the last thing that I would want is to find myself lead into something that I do not want to cope with. And mind you, there are closures that you're going to need to pay. If you think that we are going to end this with me being financially affected, then you are very wrong. Your lawyers should explain this to you. Mine will attend the meeting as well. Things will be settled. If you want us to be there to sign papers, we are more than welcome. Otherwise we have other things to take ca

“But it seems to me that she is carrying an Alpha blood.” “You…” “Alpha Dante D’Angelo, my mate, Valerie Morozov.” He said, looking down at me. “Put the knife down, Valerie. You are going to end up hurting more than just yourself with these stupid reflexes that you’re having…”