Dominic Moretti Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was the biological daughter of the Moretti family, stolen and deliberately switched at birth. When they finally brought me home, everyone believed I had come for their money and power. No one said it more often than Bianca, the daughter they had raised in my place. She said poor people knew better than anyone how to look helpless, and how to trick the rich out of everything they owned. For three years, I tried to prove her wrong. I kept the surname Vale. I stayed away from Moretti Holdings. I refused every expensive gift they offered me. Then my father announced that the family was facing a liquidity crisis. Several core accounts had been frozen, and three of their transport routes had bee

With a haggard face and a hoarse voice, Damon had shared a bit about Dominic's true nature so that Sara would always be cautious when dealing with him. “Dominic Moretti isn't like me. I can still be reasoned with on certain matters, Sara,” Damon had whispered at the time, looking straight into her eyes. “He is someone who is always firm and absolute in every decision he makes. He won't care even if that decision might severely harm or completely destroy other people.”

"Dominic knew he couldn't fight your lieutenants while you were in the city. But the moment you vanished into the woods to find Nilah, Dominic saw his chance. He reached out to Julian in the shadows. He gave Julian fifteen million dollars in cash to pay Leo's bail." "Why would Dominic Moretti pay fifteen million dollars to free a disgraced snake like Leo?" I asked, leaning forward on my elbows, my dark eyes fixed on Marko's pale face. "Because Leo knows every single secret door, every hidden warehouse, and every security code to your old harbor network," Marko replied, his voice filled with frustration. "Dominic bought Leo's knowledge. Yesterday morning, Leo w

I've been married to Federico Moretti for four years, and the entire time, we've lived in a run-down basement. He works three jobs, all to save up money to buy me a house filled with morning sunlight and make it our home. So when the doctor gives me my diagnosis, all I can think about is how I'm about to become a burden to him. When I get home, Federico is crouched in front of a leaking pipe, wrapping tape around it. He looks up and spots the hospital envelope in my hand, his expression darkening. "Sera, how many times have I told you? Those white coats are all crooks. Look at Alfredo's mom. She had a whole bunch of tests done and spent all that money, only to get better after drinking

As if I were a pawn he’d already moved three steps ahead on the board. I clenched my jaw and sank onto the edge of the couch, my bare feet curling against the cold floor. I hated that I could still feel his presence on my skin—his breath, his gaze, the space between us charged like a live wire that neither of us dared cut. Dominic Moretti wasn’t a man. He was a force. A storm that came without warning and destroyed whatever careful structure you’d built for yourself. And now, he had my secrets. He had me.

After so many days, i have finally learnt to walk normally after his Hardcore sex. Before he comes out I quickly washed myself and wore my dress. I grabbed my purse and Ran downstairs and finally out of the mansion. This house will always haunt me, this is not house it's a hell for me and That man is Lucifer. Dominick Moretti, Italian mob boss. I hate working for him but at the same time I am proud of myself that I am knowledgeable enough to work with him. I am his personal accountant. I manage his accounts. And this is what keeping me and my father alive.

"Alessia?" Dominic Salvi was the Moretti family's lead attorney, though my father still called him our adviser. In old mafia movies, men like him were called consiglieri. In modern Manhattan, Dominic had three law firms, two merger teams, and a business card that could make a judge arrive ten minutes early. "Uncle Dominic, I need a few things handled." "Who was dumb enough to irritate you?" "Someone stole my membership card, tried to take over my clients, and seems to think my office building is free housing."

The photos. The recording. The report. Soon, all of it would reach Adrian. But not yet. Not here. Not while I was still close enough to be found. My assistant turned slightly in the front seat. “Ms. Vale, your flight boards in an hour. Should I shut down the old number?” I looked out at the fading line of New York and placed my hand over my stomach. “Yes,” I said. “Turn it off.” Scarlett Moretti died at her wedding. Stephanie Vale took her unborn child and her future with her. He deserved neither.

I'd made a deal with my childhood friend Damian to apply to Southern State University together. The day before the application deadline, he secretly changed my application to a community college. An hour earlier, my campus anonymous wall had received a submission— "I changed my childhood friend's college application to a community college." "She's too outstanding. So outstanding that everyone around her feels inferior. I did this to teach her some humility." "Besides, I know she can't leave me. So we'll still be in the same city, and I'll help her fix these flaws." After tracing the IP of that anonymous post, I realized the person whose college application had been changed was me. I d

Except it wasn't the announcer stepping into the spotlight. It was the hosts. My frantic gaze swept over the line of powerful men, skimming past faces I barely recognized, until it landed… on him. Six-foot-six. Broad shoulders draped in an impeccably tailored, midnight-blue tuxedo that fit him like armor. Sharp, ruthless jawline. Pristine hair and the unmistakably cold grey eyes The Devil himself. Dominic Moretti. The blood completely drained from my face. I went rigid, every nerve ending screaming in panic as horror flashed behind my eyes. My knees wobbled, and I staggered back a step.