Stacy Moretti Novels & Stories

I picked it up, hit speaker, and set it on the counter while pouring two glasses of ginger ale. “Hey, Rach, you’re on speaker,” I warned immediately. “Oooh, even better,” her voice crackled through, cheerful and dramatic as ever. “Guess who just saw the news?” Stacy’s head turned slightly, not enough to strain, but enough to tell he was listening. “I’m guessing everyone,” I said dryly, sliding one of the glasses his way. “But yeah—we saw it. Detective Moreno was not happy.” Rachel let out a whistle. “Madison’s mugshot is straight-up unhinged. I’ve seen better composure in Walmart clearance aisles during Black Friday.”

Nobody backs down as we both glare at each other. But suddenly I get distracted by someone calling him from behind. "Sir, your morning coffee." Rita says cheerfully, with a ten-megawatt smile on her face. I look at her black stilettos, tight pencil skirt, fitting blouse with the first two buttons undone for ventilation. Then I look up to her face, again her lipstick is out of her lips. "Oh, Hi Ethan. How was your first day?" She asks me sweetly while cutely batting her fake eyelashes at me.

I was going to be the one to do it one way or the other, I needed to play this game. The door opened without warning, and I quickly slipped back into character, fragile, sweet, grateful. I looked up with wide eyes as the woman I had come to destroy stepped into the room. Sienna De Luca. She didn’t speak right away. Her gaze swept over me, taking in the sight of me still in the robe the maids had given me. She looked too calm, too unreadable. I exposed my leg just enough for her to see it, to know that I was this exposed, this easily seen to him. But I knew that Damon would not be foolish. He would not tell her that he was here. I would have to be the one to do it.

Graham tapped a command into his tablet, and the high-definition security feed from the front plaza instantly materialized on the screen. Stacy was stepping out of a hired black town car. She was dressed to the absolute nines, radiating a toxic, manic arrogance. She had chosen a striking, impeccably tailored emerald-green skirt suit—a color meant to project untouchable wealth and old money. Her blonde hair was swept up into a severe, elegant twist, and a pair of massive, designer sunglasses shielded her eyes. A swarm of paparazzi, tipped off by Stacy herself the night before, surged forward against the NYPD barricades, their flashbulbs strobing violently in the morning light.

“Damian Moretti.” His lips curved, not into a smile but something darker, the ghost of one. “Then you know what I could do to you for spying.” “I wasn’t spying,” she shot back, heat rising in her chest. “I was lost.” “Lost,” he repeated, tasting the word. His gaze swept over her—the silk gown, the Rossi emeralds at her throat, the defiant lift of her chin. “A Rossi princess wandering into a Moretti execution. That doesn’t sound lost to me. That sounds… reckless.”

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Stacy asked while looking at Emily from head to toe. Stacy put her hands on her hips, her face showing annoyance when she realized that her new rival was really beautiful, even prettier than the photos. "That's right! You're Stacy Wilson, right? Nice to meet you, I'm your fan!" Emily said while reaching out her hand to shake Stacy's. "Oh... is that so? All right, thanks. Aiden, come on in! I want to see you change your chlotes!" Stacy said while embracing Aiden's hand and leading him into the shooting room.

Then, without a word, we stepped out of the car and walked inside. Inside the Moretti Estate Adrian Moretti sat in a leather chair, swirling a glass of whiskey between his fingers. He was younger than Matteo, but just as dangerous. His dark hair was slicked back, his sharp suit pressed to perfection. When we walked in, he didn’t stand. Didn’t even look up. “Luca DeLuca,” he mused. “To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?” Luca’s voice was cool. “We need your help.”

My eyes widen and I link my warriors, "hold up, keep your position, we found her, but I need to hear what is actually happening." Stacy's uses her haughty voice, "uhm, Braddock is extremely wealthy, he's an Alpha and he needs an heir," she takes a breath, "I need the money and power he will provide me. I don't mind sleeping with the old fuck at least once, so I can pop out a pup for him and then I lay back and enjoy my life, without a care in the world." I arch a brow to my 2 best friends, the looks on their faces is pure disgust, I open my pack mind link, "Stacy has been found and will not be coming to our pack, warriors stay in place all other pack members, thank you for helping and retur

“Eliminate Isabella Moretti.” I leaned back in my chair, jaw tight. He leaned forward, tapping the photo with a single finger. “You’ve seen the reflexes for yourself. She’s not just an IT manager. She’s the sole heir of the Moretti clan, known for their swift yet silent executions. What we don’t know yet is why she is pretending to be a normal worker. She’s playing disguise, Russo. Same as you.” So, this is who she truly is, huh? Well then, let the games begin.