Michele Marrone Novels & Stories

Mia wailed continuously crying on the ground, she had just found out the truth about the man she loved so much. Adriano was the right-hand man of her father, her father took care of him like family and had even expressed his wish for Mia to get married to him before his death. Mia had found out at a party with her friends that Adriano was getting married to her best friend, her closest friend. Bella Luca, the daughter of the major of Rome, Mia did not want to believe it but she saw it with her own two eyes.

Michele smirks at the old man. "I hate to see you getting disappointed, Michele. But don't worry. I have more surprises for you, and I hope you'll like it." Stracci spoke again. "And what games are you planning to do, Stracci?" Michele challenges him. "Well, I'm still planning on it. I don't know who should I play with first... Maybe we can start with your mother, Katherine Montserrat, or we'll go ahead with your father, Michael Montserrat... Oh, wait! Maybe I can start playing with your cute little girlfriend, Clarissa..." Stracci is now playing a dirty game.

“I’m a journalist, and I’m damn good at it. If you don’t want a weird little story about you starting to make the rounds, you’d better keep that poisonous little mouth shut... or you’re going to learn what power really looks like.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Marcella’s livid face was pure poetry. I heard footsteps outside. Stephanie straightened up, much taller than both of us. “So think twice before you put on another show like this. Victoria Greco... is untouchable,” she said, flat and final, with a level of arrogance I’d never even dared to feel. Marcella’s red-rimmed eyes flicked to her in fear, then landed on me, full of rage. The kind of hate that never leaves.

" I smiled at her, and Alessandro pulled out my chair for me to sit down; I took a quick glance at Alessandro's father, and he gave me a subtle wink. Shit! I ignored his wink. Alessandro sat down in the seat next to me placing his hand on top of mine for reassurance. "Cassandra, this is my mother, Bianca," He spoke, and she leaned her hand out for mine across the table. "Nice to meet you, dear," She spoke in her Italian accent. She was a beautiful woman, I don't get why her husband constantly cheated on her. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your fiancee, my son?" Alessandro's father spoke up, taking a sip of the whiskey he had in his glass.

“The Morettis, Mr. Jameson?” “Yes, Amelia. Mr. Alessandro Ethan Moretti and his brother, Giovanni Aidan Moretti.” Suddenly, Millie’s mind spun. “Holy shit,” she muttered, barely aware she’d said it out loud.

“Don’t.” “You don’t even know me, Matteo. You see my grief? My pain? All you see is a name. De Luca. But I am not a De Luca. I am a Morelli. See me as Dr. Sareena Morelli.” “I see everything,” he says, voice like gravel, gaze unrelenting. “I see the fire. The pain. The way you flinch when someone tries to care. And yeah, I see a shadow of Marcella in you. But I also see the woman who stood up to her father. Who refuses to be a pawn. Not even mine.”

“I am Marco Martin, part owner of M & M group of companies and that’s Enzo Moretti, second part owner.” That was the moment my jaw fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry but I am a bit scared of the whole thing." His gaze was steady and unwavering. "Don't be scared and you won't be recognized. You are not going as Chiara Moretti, the presumed dead heiress. You are going as Miss Viviana Marino." He paused, letting the new name settle between us. "A businesswoman who has just returned to Italy. Someone with the best wine production in the whole of Southern Europe, a true connoisseur of the finer things, and not just that, she is also a remarkable tech engineer, with a keen interest in the future of artificial intelligence. A visionary, a woman of both wealth and intellect, with an air of quiet power."

“I still do. But I love it more when you win.” That landed. Silence stretched. Finally, she said, “Give me a name. One name. Someone we can take out quietly. Someone the Lorenzis need.” Mateo stepped forward. “Adriano Lorenzi’s cousin — Marco. He handles their data routes and crypto networks. He’s in Marseille. Light security. Comes out every Thursday for confession and wine.” Cassian raised a brow. “Very Catholic of him.” Amara’s lips curved. “Perfect.” Marseille was warm and oily with summer heat.

She possessed striking beauty, with blond hair and dark brown eyes like her father, often seen in elegant dresses and expensive jewelry. [Moretti Family] Henry Moretti, the head of the Moretti family, was a towering figure with a shaved head and a thick, graying beard. He favored dark tweed suits and was rarely seen without his gold chain necklace. Marco "The Shadow," Henry's right-hand man, was a master of disguise and deception. Marco often changed his appearance, making it difficult to identify him. Mia Moretti, Henry's daughter, was a woman of intelligence and ambition. She bore a striking resemblance to her father, with short black hair, amber eyes, and a penchant for tweed suits.