Melissa Moretti Novels & Stories

CHELLEY MORETTI “My lady… you look gorgeous.” Rita gushed so hard like a little girl as the glam team finished my make over, the room was chaotic with designer stylist, hair stylists, make up artists all working just on me, It wasn't only the exciting chaos of getting ready for my very first Ad. campaign with Cassian Moretti for the newly launched major health tech device by the Moretti empire… Cassian made me the face of The Vitalis Core.

I replied, feeling relieved to have someone to talk to. "Don't worry, dear. We'll show you the ropes and make sure you settle in smoothly. But you should know, Melissa, that Mr. Moretti is not a man to be trifled with. He can be wicked and mean, and he doesn't tolerate mistakes." I felt a chill run down my spine at the mention of Moretti's name. I had heard stories about him from my mother, about how he was a dangerous and ruthless mafia kingpin who ruled over his empire with an iron fist. I prayed that I wouldn't cross paths with him, that I could just do my job and stay out of his way.

"Do whatever you want. I'm not dealing with her. It would be better if she disappeared forever and stopped embarrassing the Moretti name." Silvio, shaking with rage, cursed at his back. "How did I raise such a cold-blooded bastard?" Watching through the ring as Silvio defended me, I felt a warmth spread through my soul. The old consigliere had watched me grow up; he knew my character better than anyone. But my dear brother, when will you finally believe that something has really happened to me? Just as Lorenzo walked out of the meeting room, his phone rang. "Don Moretti, this is Giuseppe from Valentino Jewelers. The custom jewelry pieces that Miss Isabella commissioned are ready, but she's t

Mr Lee said and went outside to make an urgent call. Nicki moved her mouth to Alexis ear and whispered, " what is StarForce?" she asked and he smiled before whispering back to her. " it is a modeling company, and we are having an Ad there tomorrow" Alexis said and she nodded even though she has a bad feeling about it. " they are really get along" xandra whispered to branny and he also nodded.

Undeterred by his initial inquiry, Asher pressed, "I asked what you are doing here?" Melissa, whose exterior often conveyed a preoccupation with beauty and fashion, concealed a profound depth beneath her radiant smile. She had dedicated herself to a noble cause, the establishment of an LGBTQ rehabilitation center – a sanctuary for individuals who had suffered immense hardships. It served as a haven for those who had endured abuse and rejection from their families due to their sexual orientation. Her facility provided not only shelter but also opportunities for education and employment in environments that were affirming and safe. This noble endeavor explained the presence of Max, Asher's sec

she said and batted her eyelashes flirtatiously. Lola caught the act and looked away with a grin pulling on her lips. She knew that Melissa wasn’t afraid to flirt, and more often than not, she ended up with the guy she wanted. She was beautiful and had long, curly brown hair, a bronze complexion, and long, full lashes. Not to mention, her fashion sense never ceased to amaze.

--- Back to Nick Three days later, another ghost walks in. This one hides it better. Elena Moretti — money launderer, syndicate accountant, survivor. She smiles when she sees Rafe, but there’s calculation behind it. She sits. Orders tea. Studies him like she’s solving a puzzle. I don’t leave my seat. She doesn’t look at me directly — which tells me she knows exactly who I am. When Rafe steps away, she finally speaks. “He looks good,” she says lightly. “He’s alive,” I answer.

Melissa looked her up and down, smirking. “Heard you’re playing with dead fish these days? Such a waste—our department’s belle turned seaweed farmer.” The surrounding social wives giggled, their judgmental eyes sharp as blades. Lena sipped her lemon water. “Move. You’re blocking the light.” Melissa’s face twisted. “Still pretending? Everyone knows what you did! Selling your team’s data for money, killing your own father from anger, getting expelled… And now you dare come here? What, ran out of money on that stupid island and came to catch a new sugar daddy?”

Cold, precise, and terrifyingly calm. She tried to shake it off. She had a job to do. A family to feed. She couldn’t afford fear. Her phone vibrated. Unknown number. “Elena Rossi?” Her stomach dropped. She pressed “yes” before thinking. “This is Dante Moretti. You saw something last night. I need to speak with you. Discreetly.” Her fingers froze. She typed back: I don’t want trouble. You already have it, the reply came almost instantly. She didn’t respond. She couldn’t.