Stacy Moretti Novels & Stories

Blood dripped from the edge of Damian Moretti’s knife when he first saw her.Adriana Rossi should have turned away—any sane woman would. Instead, she met his stare across the bloodstained marble floor, her chin tilted like a challenge.Two families. One war. A love carved out of violence.“You shouldn’t be here,” Damian murmured, voice low, dangerous.Adriana’s lips curved. “Neither should you.”

Sold at an auction event to pay her stepfather’s debt, Elara enters the world of Dante Moretti– a powerful Mafia king hiding a fatal illness from the world. He buys her for one purpose: to carry the heir his fiancée cannot give him. Elara wants to protect her sister. Dante wants to protect his legacy before his time runs out. Two broken lives collide, and slowly, their little deal turns into something more.

After discovering her husband cheating on her, Charlotte decides to let loose and drink her sorrows away. But she never expected her night would end half-naked in billionaire Derek Moretti’s hotel room. He is her husband’s uncle after all. Derek is powerful, attractive, and completely off limits. Yet Charlotte can’t seem to stay away from him, and he has no intention of letting her go.

*If you start this obsession… you won’t escape it either.* Eva Voss was never supposed to fall in love with Adrian Moretti. He was Terror and Danger itself, leader of the gangs and the kind of man who didn’t ask twice. For three years, she belonged to him in secret as his lover. In exchange, he saved her mother’s life. And Eva… gave him everything, her time, her body and eventually… her heart. But the contract ends, and the moment it did, Adrian Moretti ended her too. He discarded her like she had never meant anything. And when she came to tell him she was carrying his children… She found him in bed with the same woman who had tried to destroy her. Broken and used, Eva disappeared for three years. She’s no longer the girl who waited for him, she is a mother. Until Adrian Moretti walks back into her life. At her movie premiere. Watching her like she still belongs to him. Now he wants her back. But Eva is no longer the woman he broke. She has dangerous secrets now and a past she buried deep enough to survive. So when he comes closer…the only question left is Will she run again, or finally make the man who destroyed her, pay for everything he took?

Her back slammed into the wall, Dante’s hand pinning hers high above her head, his mouth hovering close enough to steal her breath. His voice was a husky growl, low and lethal. “You think you can defy me, Bianca?” She smirked, arching into him, her nails dragging across his chest. “Defy you? I own the game, Dante.” Their lips crashed...violent, hungry, desperate. His grip was bruising, her body pressed against his with ruthless possession. Every kiss tasted of war. Every touch was a betrayal. Every moan, a fight for dominance neither was willing to lose. Bianca Moretti isn’t just a woman; she’s the She Mafia. Beautiful. Deadly. Untouchable. Dante Moretti, the ruthless Mafia King, should be her greatest enemy… yet he’s also the one man who matches her cruelty and consumes her with forbidden desire. But lust is the most dangerous weapon in a world where loyalty is scarce. And enemies wait in the shadows; Betty Mordecai, venomous and relentless, and Andriena, the lover who turned traitor, ready to tear Bianca apart piece by piece. Now Bianca and Dante must decide: join forces to rule or destroy each other in the crossfire. Because in the Mafia, love isn’t romance. It’s war. It’s obsession. And it always comes with blood.

Dante Moretti, the ruthless Billionaire CEO, hungers for power and control. Cold, calculated, he sends shivers down his rivals' spines with his cold, calculated way into any business deal that might pop up in his way. But inside the steely exterior of this man, a traumatic past torments him to have left him detached and numb as regards love. His goal is simple: solidify his control and paramountcy and build on an empire. Lyra Caine grew up privileged in a family that had disintegrated; the fortune of her father, Richard Caine, once a strong king of finance, had shrunk due to a number of bad investments. She needed to be married off to Dante Moretti, a man rumored never to have shied away from getting ruthless in whatever business dealings he had, so that their name would not be utterly ruined. Lyra had lived her whole life by what this great shadow of a father expected from her: fragile, with this inner fire barely apparent in herself. But here is the kicker that makes it even more twisted: Dante isn't marrying Lyra out of love or even because of business needs. He has an ulterior motive linked to her father's long-buried secrets, one that could totally unravel her family should it come to light.

All of Italy knew Kayson Moretti was obsessed with me. He was the untouchable Don of the Moretti family, a man who never lost control in public, yet he broke every rule for me. He declared his love at a gathering of the most powerful mafia families in the country, then bought an entire private island just to build me a glass-domed garden when he proposed. For years, he laid the world at my feet—power, jewels, territory, status. If I wanted something, Kayson didn’t promise it. He made it mine. That was why everyone believed I was the luckiest woman in Italy. They were wrong. Because the same man who swore he would die for me was sleeping with his private secretary behind my back. Worse, he got her pregnant. The day she sent me her ultrasound, their bed photos, and every intimate secret she thought would destroy me, I didn’t cry. I didn’t beg. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I erased every trace I had ever left in his world. My name. My accounts. My records. My past. I staged my death. I let the world believe I had died in a private jet crash.

I thought he was a ghost from my past, but he came back with a marriage certificate and a billion‑dollar debt. He says I have to pay with my body—and my voice. “You’re in breach of contract, Mrs. Moretti.” Seven years ago, Dante Moretti was a broken sound engineer who broke my heart and vanished. Today, he’s the ruthless head of a global empire—and he just walked backstage to claim what’s his. Me. He brings a marriage certificate I don’t remember signing and a list of clauses that turn my world‑famous life into a gilded cage. He owns my label. He owns my jet. And he claims he owns my voice. Dragged to a fortress in Sicily, I’m trapped between a secret past I can’t outrun and a “husband” who looks at me with equal parts hunger and hate. Dante swears he’s the only thing standing between me and the monsters who want to buy my soul. But as the line between protection and possession blurs, I have to wonder: Is Dante Moretti saving me from the fire… or is he the one holding the match? He’s my greatest sin. My biggest secret. And now, he might be my only hope. ---

“I tilted my chin up. “You wouldn’t dare, Dante.” His lips curved. “Then, you don’t know me well enough.” “I never knew you well enough because you watched our child get squashed right in front of your eyes.” WHO ARE WE WHEN STRIPPED OF OUR NAME, FACE AND PAST??? Leila has always been in love with Dante Moretti who happens to be her best friend’s father, a man feared in the underworld and desired by every woman. When his wife dies mysteriously, Leila finally comes face-to-face with the monster himself. But one mistake, one forbidden night, destroys everything. Her best friend, Sienna Moretti, finds out… and ends her in the most brutal way imaginable. Leila dies in a pool of blood, whispering Dante’s name for help as he watches with a smirk on his face. Except fate doesn’t end her story. She wakes up in another woman’s body. A woman with a hidden past, a face tied to Dante’s enemies, and a chance to destroy everyone who destroyed her. Now reborn as Isadora Vale, Leila returns to a world of power, lust, and deception—not to love Dante, not to forgive him, but to make them all pay. However, what will happen when the devil and the demoness lock eyes for the first time?

On the night of my engagement party, Luca Moretti walked his childhood sweetheart over to me. "Clara accidentally stained her dress," he said. "Let her borrow yours for a while." He added, "Everyone knows you're the main character tonight. It doesn't matter what you wear." I didn't bother objecting. The gown was already on her. I stood behind the half-closed back door in a borrowed black dress while his men laughed over their whiskey. "Luca, is your real fiancee going to lose it?" someone asked. Luca barely looked up from his glass. "Anna is going to be a Donna. She needs to learn grace." Another man snorted. "Besides, she's an orphan. Where's she gonna go without you?" Luca smiled. "She can't leave me." They didn't know I had never been an orphan. I had buried the Valenti name for five years because I wanted Luca to love me as Anna, not as the Valenti daughter. My father is the Mafia Chairman, the man every family answered to when the highest table met. That night, I took off the Moretti emerald ring, left it beside the guest book, and called home. "Papa, I’m not marrying Luca. Don't come to Chicago."