Stacy Moretti Novels & Stories

Alessandro Moretti is a conniving man. One that orchestrates the world so that everything can fall into place the way he wants it to. And right now what he wants is me, so he's eliminating all potential threats. First, he got Sammy that job interview, then Phoebe a job at the club and a gig on a reality show. And just when Sammy got a bit worried about me not spending time with her, he invited his friend over for dinner. A friend beyond famous in the entire world, who people very rarely see out in public.

‘Bella’ One of them began and she cut him off angrily, ‘Mi chiamo Alcina Moretti e abbatterò Giovanni, sono stato addestrato da agenti del Mossad, so come uccidere, qualcuno di voi vorrebbe sfidarmi oggi?" [My name is Alcina Moretti and I will bring Giovanni down, I have been trained by MOSSAD Agents, I know how to kill, would any of you care to challenge me today?]’ They looked at one another and no one moved she barked a harsh laugh tossing her silky mane of hair,

I'm sure Roman does too - he's probably just testing my celebrity knowledge. "That's Stacia Fischer," I say. "She's been on a few network television series, but she's been trying to make the leap to the big screen." And no doubt she'll accomplish that soon - especially if she's making appearances with Luca Fontaine. I'm not surprised she caught his eye. She's quite lovely - tall and slender with that dark hair that Luca seems to love. The sort of dark hair that I thought, naively, might be my own way in, and I suddenly realize I have a new problem. Luca brought a date. How the heck am I supposed to seduce someone with a beautiful woman on his arm? How am I even supposed to catch his attentio

It’s the closest I’m going to get to her for the time being. The weather is extremely beautiful tonight as I walk the street a great distance behind her, making sure she doesn’t see me because if she does, then I’m fucked and I’ll never get her back. All I want to do is see her and get a glimpse of her to make sure she’s okay, but by the way, she’s staggering her steps, I can tell she’s fucking drunk. I hate how I’ve fucking hurt her, and I just want to make it right, but I have no fucking idea how to begin to redeem myself right now. She won’t talk to me. She won’t listen to me. She won’t even look at me. So, for now, the only thing I can do is what I do best, and that is stalking her, so I

The Moretti estate was a gilded cage, its marble halls cold despite the summer night’s warmth. Gianna Moretti stood in Alessio’s study, her black leather jacket scuffed, her emerald eyes blazing with defiance. Valentina’s warning—Alessio’s paranoia, his arming against Kai—had driven her here, a reckless bid to confront her father and end his manipulation. Her arm graze throbbed, her unconfessed secret (Alessio’s order to steal Castellano intel) a weight, but Kai’s embrace, his belief in her, fueled her. Alessio sat behind his desk, his plump frame tense, his sharp eyes dissecting her like a traitor.

Vivienne loomed on the screen, and she was there, graceful and dignified and entirely believable. “I’m offering ten million dollars to anyone who can help find Caelum Morano and his crony Celine Moretti.” Ten million dollars. Enough to turn anyone against us. "Miss Moretti is a threat and an embarrassment. My son may have manipulated her, she might even find herself there under duress. "Anyone who has seen them, or may have information about their whereabouts, is urged to contact police.”

"Bring Aaron in. Every man who touched the transfer, the safe house order, the conservatory. No excuses. No delays." The secretary answered quickly "Sir, one more thing. The court confirmed the divorce is clean. Miss Moretti's flight went to St. Clair Harbor." St. Clair Harbor. Moretti ground. The place I had left for him. Lucian lowered the phone and stood there for a long moment. At last, he remembered the way I had looked at him on Raven Street when I handed him those papers. Not angry. Not dramatic. Empty. Alberto watched him. "Regret won't buy you much now. Evelyn is Vito Moretti's daughter. She is not a spoiled little thing you can toss diamonds at until she crawls back into your lap."

Matteo's mom studied her face briefly and smiled. "Teo... couldn't tell me who you are..." She finished off with a chuckle. "I decided to visit you, didn't meet you yesterday." Stacy flashed a smile and introduced herself. "My name is Stacy Torres... Matteo's friend." "Nice name... By the way, I'm Isabella, Isabella Esposito, Matteo's mom and a lawyer." "It's nice to meet you." Stacy countered sweetly and Isabella repeated her words too. Stacy mulled over the fact that she was very beautiful. Her thoughts ceased when Isabella chipped in.

It was there and gone so quickly that Joyce almost missed it. “Celeste Moretti,” Tiziana repeated smoothly. “You know her?” “Know her?” Tiziana placed her glass down carefully. Her tone shifted subtly, becoming softer, touched with concern. “Grandma, I know her very well. That’s why I’m worried.” Joyce looked at her. “Worried?” “She’s not what she appears to be.” Tiziana leaned forward slightly. “I know she seems warm and attentive. She’s very good at seeming that way. But she’s Stefano Conti’s ex wife, and the way their marriage ended was far from clean.”

Beatrice’s eyebrows shot up dramatically “You haven’t seen T*****r? Girllll! The entire Italian internet is having a field day, it's all over” “What is?” Rosalie asked slowly Beatrice slid her phone across the counter “This” Rosalie picked it up, her heart dropped A tweet was open, the caption bold; "CEO of Billion dollar Moretti Enterprises verbally assaults young female staff member in office meltdown. Says she doesn't belong with the upper class, Elitism or breakdown? #MorettiMeltdown" Beneath it, a blurry video began to play She saw herself, her own face. Standing. Shaking.