Melissa Moretti Novels & Stories

She almost didn't answer, but something made her swipe to accept the call. "Miss Moretti?" A woman's voice, professional and brisk. "This is Catherine Mills, Mr. Salvatore's executive assistant. I'm calling to confirm your nine o'clock meeting this morning." Elena's mind went blank for a moment. Dante Salvatore. The business card. The promise of help that felt too good to be true. She'd almost convinced herself last night that Marcus Chen's visit had been a fever dream, something her exhausted brain had conjured up because she was desperate for a miracle.

,it's signed. 10 years later, Melissa was a grown young lady,her beauty was out of this world,she has a good heart and she was humble and kind, Celine nearly killed herself cause of jeolousy,flora was not exempted in the hate,they find every means to shut down Melissa,but Melissa already knows how to deal and excape their wrath, especially when her father was not around ,she won't go into the house,but sleep outside the house to avoid beatings from her step mother and half sister,all this while her father Rick do not know of the maltreatment his first daughter has been receiving from his wife and Flora.

This helped when he identified what we were calling an elite warrior team; this team would be tasked with the safety of the Alpha and Beta when they were on trips representing the Golden Moon Pack. As Reid went to tend to some business, my phone rang with an unidentified caller. Wondering who that could be I answered, “Kate Adams.”. Waiting for a reply, Alpha Boyd answered, “Good morning, Kate Adams, this is Boyd Maxwell, how are you this morning?”.

“ Just like he is your bro she is my sis . I saw how there was no reporter sneakily trying to get a picture and the table being quite isolated from the rest of the tables . You tend to care about your friend a lot too . “ said Mel . Massimo smirked a little as he heard her . “ You are quite sharp miss Mel . I would like to have an employee like you by my side . “ said Massimo . “ Working by the side of the great Massimo Salvatore is a bit too much for me to handle . I prefer the place where I am . “ said Mel . “ Where do you work miss Mel ? “ asked Massimo . “ I am a financial strategist . “ said Mel . “ Very nice ! if you find your company boring and are in for some excitement in your work

It had dark wood, gold accents, crystal chandeliers, and the faint scent of cigar smoke and expensive perfume. At the end of the grand hallway, she waited. Isabella Moretti, the undisputed Queen of the Moretti Crime Family. Tall, elegant, and devastatingly beautiful in a tailored black suit that hugged her curves. Long raven hair cascaded down her back. Her sharp green eyes scanned my naked, rain-soaked, cum-stained body with cold hunger and dark amusement. “So this is the famous Lila Bennett,” she purred, her voice like velvet wrapped around steel. “The Club sold you to me as my personal trophy. A shared plaything for the entire family.”

All of it. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned in this game, it’s that things rarely go smoothly forever. Especially when someone like Melissa is involved. If it’s the Melissa I know, then I’d be damned to think she’d just let this trick slide. No, she isn’t the type to sit back and lick her wounds. She’s dangerously meticulous. She’s calculating, patient, and the kind of woman who’ll smile at you while sharpening the knife she plans to stick in your back.

I stared at her, still processing what had just happened. “You… you just…” “Took down a bully? Yeah.” She handed me my sketchbook and the torn pieces. “I’ve dealt with enough assholes in my life to spot one from a mile away. I’m Melissa, by the way. Melissa Hayes Spenser.” “Aria,” I managed. “Aria Martinez.” “Nice to meet you, Aria Martinez.” Melissa sat down beside me on the bench. “Your art is beautiful, by the way. That girl was full of shit.”

"This better be good." "Have you seen the news?" Jessica's voice was tight, controlled, the way she got when she was trying not to panic. My stomach dropped. "What news?" "Check your phone. Social media. Literally any news site. Miles gave an interview." I was already pulling up my browser, Alexander sitting up beside me, his hand on my back—steadying, supporting. The headline hit me like a physical blow: "Morretti CEO Opens Up About Broken Engagement: 'I Lost My Soulmate to My Best Man'"

she said further,further, trying to still buy herself out. Lorenzo getting irritated by her behavior abruptly stood up, his posture intimidating Melissa. “I know exactly what I’m getting into, Melissa. Mrs. Kaitlyn Salvatore is our new face, and that’s the end of it. I suggest you get back to work and focus on your own campaign.” Melissa’s throat tightened, but she forced herself to remain composed. Her mind raced with the implications of what she had just learned. Lorenzo’s dismissal hurt more than she cares to admit, but she wasn’t going to let Kaitlyn win. Not without a fight.