Novel & Cerita Dominic Moretti

I was here to fight for survival. And then I saw him. Damiano Moretti. The moment our eyes met, I felt the air shift, thick and electric. He was taller than I remembered from the few news clips and rumors I’d seen, dark suit, darker eyes, a predator calm in every movement. My pulse spiked. I’d heard stories: ruthless, untouchable, untamed. And here he was, leaning casually against a balcony railing, scanning the room with a gaze that could strip you bare without touching you.

All men attempt and don’t succeed because he briefly looked at her belly. "Valentina Moretti. It's truly a privilege to meet you. " He beamed as he extended his hand, which she shook firmly. I couldn't tell what she was thinking; she was great at assessing people. "Carter. " She responded confidently. I noticed Dominic's lips forming a slight grin as he admired my lovely wife. "Jude. What a sight to behold. " Dominic grinned while shaking Jude’s hand. "I could say the same thing about you, Carter. " Jude responded.

Chapter 1: The Blood Debt "Five million." The voice was cold, echoing through the empty cathedral where the deal was being struck. My father’s hands shook as he gripped the back of my chair. "She’s worth ten, Moretti. Look at her. She’s not just a face. She’s the best strategist in the tri-state area. She can quadruple your revenue in a month." I stared at the man sitting in the front pew. Dante Moretti. The Silent Don.

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.

Claudia in the armchair opposite, legs crossed, notes on her lap. Cameras whir to life. Red lights blink on. In some control rooms, a countdown reaches zero. “We’re live in three, two…” a voice whispers. Claudia looks at the camera. “Buonasera,” she says. “Tonight, in an exclusive conversation, we speak with global recording artist Luna Valentine—whose real name, as many of you have now learned, is Luna Valentina Rossi‑Moretti—and the man the world has been calling her ‘mafia husband’: businessman Dante Moretti.”

Stephanie snapped at the man with open hostility, and I saw the guards already moving to remove him. “Wait. I’ll answer him.” Lorenzo lifted a hand, signaling for them not to drag out the kamikaze journalist. “No, I’m not afraid of being criticized. In fact, I challenge anyone to come here and tell me to my face that my Luna is worth less because she’s an Omega. Is that what you think?” He answered with all the arrogance of a man who owned this territory. “No, no, Patriarch. I’m only voicing other people’s concerns. The King...” the man replied, trying to keep his pants dry.

"Tell me what really happened." Dominic's eyes dropped, his gaze fixed on the floor. "It was a long time ago," he said, his voice barely audible. "I was young, stupid. I didn't know what I was doing." I leaned forward, my heart racing with anticipation. "What did you do?" I asked, my voice firm. Dominic's eyes flashed, his gaze locking onto mine. "I killed him," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I killed the man who was sleeping with my fiancée."

“If I had told you the truth from the beginning, would you have believed me? I had no answer to that. Amelia folded her arms, her eyes bright. “Where is Jordan now?” Dominic’s expression did not shift. “Safe. For now. But not for long.” Frustration clawed at the inside of my chest. “Then, show us where he is so we can get him back.” Dominic hesitated, for the first time, I saw something flicker in his eyes. He looked toward the door again and then lowered his voice even further. “I’ve got men hiding him, but it will not stay forever. Moretti’s reach is too broad, his resources infinite. If we don’t act soon, he will find Jordan, and when he finds him, he won’t give him any room for recovery.

“Love already? How long has it been, Isa?” Isadora shook her head. “A month.” “Wow, just wow. Who is this mystery man, and why won’t you tell me his name?” Isadora looked down briefly, and then glanced around the empty reception area. “His name’s Dominic and it’s not that I don’t trust you, but he’s sort of well known.” “Well known how? There are at least five thousand men in this city with the name Dominic.” Isadora took a deep breath, and looked her friend in the eye. “Dominic Rose Vittori.”

She’d come here on one mission to seduce and destroy the man who’d bought her family’s ancestral land, the man who’d torn her world apart. But fate, it seemed, had a crueler game in mind. Two brothers ruled this domain: Dominic and Adrian Moretti. Identical in their sculpted features, sharp cheekbones, intense emerald eyes, and jet-black hair that gleamed like obsidian, their personalities could not have been more different.