"Mrs. Moretti," I heard a gentle knock on the door, accompanied by a voice calling my name. Each time I was addressed as such, it felt surreal, as if I was living in a dream. To think I had married someone as unreachable as Marco Moretti seemed too good to be true.
Turning my attention towards the door, I rose from where I was seated. It was Lucille, the woman Marco had introduced earlier, whom I expected to see. Unlike our previous encounter, my attire was now impeccably neat, devoid of any wrinkles.
Reflecting on that particular moment, a sudden warmth rushed to my cheeks, reminding me of the embarrassment ignited by Marco's previous actions.
I was correct in my assumption. Upon opening the door, I discovered Lucille standing there. She greeted me cordially.
"Sir Marco has requested my assistance in acquainting you with everything you need to know as his spouse. Shall we proceed to the study room, Mrs. Moretti—"
"Please, just call me Maddie." They gave me all these fancy titles I wasn’t really used to.
She offered a restrained smile. "Very well, let's go to the study room, Ma'am Maddie."
It appeared that no matter how much I insisted on being called Maddie, just Maddie, they would persist in addressing me with reverence, so I chose not to push the matter.
We made our way to the study room, uncertain of its purpose. ‘Was studying necessary just to gauge Marco's character and the Moretti family dynamics?’ On the desk, I noticed a collection of files. Lucille gestured for me to take a seat in the office chair, so I complied.
"All the documents you see here pertain to the Moretti family and their associates. Being married to Sir Marco, it's crucial for you to familiarize yourself with everything," Lucille explained.
My astonishment grew as I observed the thickness of the documents Lucille referred to.
"If you prefer using electronic devices, you can use the laptop or iPad for reading. Don't hesitate to ask me if you have any questions."
I managed a smile at Lucille when she finished speaking. Shifting my attention, I focused on the documents, scanning the file names.
Moretti Mafia Organization.
Mafia?
For a brief moment, my mind hesitated, contemplating the term 'mafia.' The mafia, the notorious criminal syndicate?
I glanced at Lucille, who patiently awaited my inquiries.
Taking a deep breath, I prepared to speak, but I held back.
"Marco is associated with a mafia organization? He's a member?" The revelation shocked me, yet I managed to maintain composure. Even prior to learning about Marco's involvement, there had always been an undertone of darkness surrounding him.
"Certainly, Madame," Lucille responded.
My heart accelerated even more at her answer. Swallowing became increasingly challenging as I struggled to accept Marco's involvement in such an organization.
"Please be aware, he's not merely a member, Madame; he currently holds the position of the organization's leader."
If I was shocked by what I had discovered earlier, this revelation left me even more astounded.
What had I unknowingly entered? Marrying Marco was already peculiar since I knew so little about him, and now I was uncovering these aspects about my now—husband?
In spite of my anxiety, I concealed it from Lucille. I simply nodded, pretending to wholeheartedly embrace everything she said, despite the turmoil inside me.
Marco, my husband, happens to be a mafia boss!
"I'll take my leave now, Ma'am. If you need anything, feel free to call me or Renzo."
As Lucille departed, I returned my gaze to the thick stack of documents. Overwhelm washed over me even before I began reading.
The organization's history was laid out before me. I painstakingly absorbed the information, even though the sheer volume of names made my head throb. Did I really have to memorize them all?
My interest piqued when I discovered that Marco's father, Davide Moretti, was in charge. It occurred to me that the Moretti family had been the leaders for three generations. However, I noticed a slight deviation when Marco's father took over, as his cousin, Mr. Roberto Moretti, had previously held the position. I became curious about the circumstances that led to this change.
I disregarded it and proceeded to flip through the succeeding pages. To my surprise, I stumbled upon Marco's lineage. Lucille's intuition had been spot on; Marco was the mastermind, the apex predator. He held the position of authority within the organization.
As I delved further, I uncovered the identities of his cohorts who played vital roles in managing the operations. Marcello Moretti fulfilled the vital role of a consigliere, as Marco's most trusted advisor. I remembered him from our wedding; he stood at Marco's side as the best man. Similar to Marco, Marcello emitted an air of emotional detachment. Stefano Moretti occupied the position of second in command, while Gabriele and Giuseppe Moretti served as the two underbosses.
A whisper escaped my lips, "I am a bit lost and can’t quite piece it all together."
After that, I proceeded to the rest of the members known as caporegimes, who held high positions within the crime syndicate and oversaw lower-ranking members. While reading through the list, I noticed that Renzo and Lucille were listed as caporegimes under Marco. Seeing their names there finally provided an answer to why they had chosen to involve me.
Overwhelmed with thoughts, I rose from my seat and marked the page where I had paused. I also noticed background information about other families who seemed to have friendly relationships with the Moretti family. It became apparent that I needed to familiarize myself with and comprehend these connections as well.
The fact that Marco originated from such a family still felt surreal to me. I had often witnessed depictions of such individuals in movies, but to actually encounter them in real life was unsettling. I couldn't deny that they were involved in illicit activities, and it made me question my involvement with them.
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As I made my way towards the kitchen with the intention of quenching my thirst, a sudden recollection surged through my mind. It brought to light the distressing manner in which my father would treat me whenever I left the confined space he had forced me into. Even something as mundane as getting a drink would provoke his anger, leaving me on edge.
Almost involuntarily, my hand instinctively clenched the fridge’s door tightly, as if seeking refuge from the haunting memories of abuse that resurfaced. I shut my eyes tightly, attempting to bury the horrifying experiences from the past.
"Ma'am?"
Startled, I flinched and took a step back, a reflexive reaction influenced by the fear of potential harm, as if the individual who had approached me was my father.
The household help who had called out to me appeared taken aback, evidently surprised by my response. It seemed she had not anticipated such a reaction from me.
I calmed myself down, realizing that I was not in my familiar home and my father was absent. As long as I stayed here, I knew he couldn't harm me.
"Are you alright?" she inquired.
I managed to put on a fake smile, hiding the wave of fear triggered by the thoughts and memories. "I'm fine. Sorry, I tend to get startled easily." I looked towards the refrigerator and gestured. "I was just going to get some water. Is that alright?"
Her reaction appeared to display a brief moment of surprise before she nodded slowly.
"Of course, Ma'am. As the mistress of the home, there’s no need for formalities. A quick call, and we would have been happy to deliver water to your study for your ease." She said, her smile meeting mine as she handed me a chilled glass of water.
Taking a seat on the elevated chair at the central counter, I saw the household assistant gently place the glass in front of me.
"Before Sir Marco departed, he instructed us to fulfill any of your needs or desires, Ma'am. Please do not hesitate to approach us; after all, you are the esteemed mistress of this house. I apologize if I startled you earlier."
Grasping the glass, I could sense the coolness of the water within.
Am I the mistress? Does that mean no one will deny me food as punishment for my mistakes? Will I be free to leave my room without fear of being criticized? Is this a place where I won't experience verbal or physical abuse?
As I reflected inwardly, I realized that the people in this new household were not like those in our previous home; Marco was different from my father. It was crucial for me to keep that in mind.
Expressing gratitude, I lifted my gaze towards her and uttered, "Thank you. May I know your name?"
"My name is Maria, Ma'am," she replied.
I smiled once more, and she reciprocated the gesture. “Do you need anything else?” Maria asked.
I simply shake my head no.
As the sun set, a wave of excitement washed over me. Dinner was prepared, and I found myself seated at the head of the table. The anticipation filled me because it was a rare occasion for me to dine with someone else. In the past, I had always eaten alone, as my father was often absent or when he was present, I was confined to my room. Eating with Violet and Aunt Mildred was a privilege I cherished.
Shaking my head, I refused to let those memories overshadow the present moment. This was a new environment, and I needed to leave behind the mindset of the past. Although I was still connected to Marco in some way, I was free from the clutches of my father. In this house, he held no power over me.
Curiosity piqued, I turned to Renzo, who sat beside me, and inquired, "Where is Marco?"
"He's still in the office, Ma'am," Renzo replied.
I felt a surge of disappointment upon hearing the news. Marco was still at the office? Why hadn't he come home yet?
"Could you tell me when Marco is expected to come home? I'd like to wait for him before having dinner."
I longed to share a meal with my husband, believing it could strengthen our relationship if we made it a regular practice.
"I'll give Sir a call to find out, Ma'am."
I offered a smile to Renzo, even though he didn't reciprocate. I thought it would be beneficial to cultivate a friendly rapport with the people around me, especially since I would be interacting with them frequently.
I patiently waited for Renzo's return. While I had concerns about Marco, he hadn't done anything to exacerbate my fears.
Renzo returned, and I anxiously awaited his update.
"Ma'am, Sir Marco won't be able to come home yet. You should go ahead and have your meal," he informed me.
A sudden emptiness gnawed at my stomach, causing my appetite to vanish.
"Will he be home late? I can wait—" I attempted to reason.
"He asked that you start eating first, Ma'am," Renzo replied.
I slumped in my chair. Did I really have to dine alone even in this place?
Remaining silent, I sat there, gazing at the food. My hunger had completely disappeared.After a few hours, I rose from my seat. Some onlookers seemed surprised, while Lucille and Renzo observed me closely, attentively following my actions."Ma'am—""I'm going to rest. I'm not hungry," I stated, emphasizing my lack of appetite.Without waiting for them to say more, I promptly departed, making my way up to the second floor and entering our bedroom. Leaning against the closed door, I closed my eyes, wondering if the feeling of solitude persisted, even in this space. Perhaps I had erred in believing that this house held a difference from my father’s. Maybe, wherever I found myself, the affliction of loneliness would always linger.Desiring rest, I readied myself for sleep, tending to personal hygiene and changing into fresh attire. Settling into bed, I enveloped myself in the warmth of the duvet. Although I had no intentions of actually sleeping, I shut my eyes, seeking solace in the dar
"Ma'am Maddie?"The tranquility in the room shattered, disrupted by a persistent knock on the door. I rose from my seat and greeted an unexpected visitor: Lucille."Ma'am, I've come to inform you about your scheduled appointment with Doctor Hayes at 2 pm today."An appointment? But I couldn't recall having any plans to see a doctor."Mr. Marco Moretti set up an appointment for you with an OB-Gyn today," Lucille stated as if reading what’s on my mind."OB-GYN?" I repeated, questioning whether I had heard correctly. "Why would I need to see an OB-GYN?" What was Marco's motive behind this?"I'm sorry, Ma'am, I don't have the specifics. However, I believe the doctor will provide all the necessary explanations during your meeting. Both Mr. Moretti and the doctor will discuss it with you."Recognizing Lucille's limited knowledge and her role as a messenger, I ceased my interrogation. It appeared that she was merely following instructions to inform me about the appointment.After lunch, I fi
Since that conversation with Marco regarding our decision not to have children, we haven't spoken. It's evident that he has no desire to start a family.It may be premature to speculate, but does he have any aspirations for the future? I cannot ascertain. It appears he truly has no intentions in that regard.As I drifted into slumber, I turned my gaze away from him, unwilling to confront the painful reminder of his hurtful words. While others or Marco may see those words as inconsequential, their impact on me was profound.Despite Marco's presence beside me, diligently engrossed in his late-night work, I willed myself to sleep. The darkness enveloped us, save for the soft radiance emanating from his laptop.Gradually, sleep claimed me that night. In the midst of my slumber, I found myself immersed in a dream, embraced by an unseen entity. The sensation of weightlessness and tranquility washed over me during those fleeting hours.The following day, our itinerary included a visit to Mar
As we stood by the elevator, I suddenly heard the distinct sound of two gunshots. My reflexes kicked in, and when I turned around, I was met with a harrowing sight. The two men who had been stationed by the door, whom I had interacted with earlier, now lay lifeless on the floor. Shock and disbelief washed over me, but Marco seemed unfazed and nonchalantly returned to the room. A chilling thought crossed my mind: had Marco just killed them?"Ma'am, we need to leave," I heard Lucille's urgent plea. Her voice trembled with fear, prompting me to surrender to her guidance. However, my attention remained fixated on the lifeless bodies of the two men Marco had mercilessly shot. They were being swiftly removed by other individuals, who quietly assumed their positions.I couldn't help but wonder: did these men lose their lives because of me? Did they pay the ultimate price for allowing me access to the room?I was struck with a sudden realization, causing me to gasp in shock. My gaze shifted t
During the ride to Marco's parents' house, I remained quite, purposefully avoiding eye contact with Marco as I wasn't prepared to confront him yet. The recent events had left me stunned, and I wasn’t sure about how to address the situation with my husband.While my hands still retained their chill, a sense of relief washed over me, understanding that Marco wouldn't do anything to Lucille as close to those he shot earlier.I closed my eyes for a moment, remembering the blood that had been splattered from the men Marco had shot. It struck me that I had considered that blood to be mine. I had no idea where that thought had come from.We arrived at Marco's parents' grand residence, and as soon as someone opened the door, I stepped out. Avoiding eye contact with Marco's staff, I felt a sinking feeling that they were aware of what had happened earlier. Embarrassment washed over me, fully aware that it was my fault. I couldn't shake the thought that my careless actions could have put innocen
I entered the room directly and promptly retrieved some clothes before making my way into the bathroom. I spent some time in there to clear my mind, as Marco's presence in the same room would have complicated my thoughts further.Once I had regained my composure, I emerged from the bathroom and noticed that Marco was dressed in loose sweatpants that hung on his waist, teasingly revealing a seductive V-line.Marco had opted not to wear anything on his upper body. He rested one of his hands casually by his side while engrossed in a phone conversation. My attention was completely captivated by his bare torso, making it impossible for me to hear any of the words he was saying.I easily noticed Marco's armband tattoo on his left arm. On it, the name "Moretti" was elegantly inscribed in a beautiful Old English font, complemented by intricate lines that added to its allure. His tattoos enhanced his masculine aura.Similarly, his back tattoo caught my attention. Positioned in the middle of hi
I woke up early, but Marco had already risen even earlier. When I woke up, he wasn't by my side. I got out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom to wash up and do my morning routine.As I looked at myself in the mirror, I noticed a reddish mark on my neck and a few bite marks that I assumed were from Marco's actions last night.Last night. Suddenly, all the details came rushing back. From the way Marco teased my nipples to how passionately he played with me. My face flushed, and I couldn't deny the intense heat that washed over me. I washed my face again, almost submerging it in the sink out of embarrassment for what happened last night. I pleaded with Marco. I almost touched myself. I felt like a different person, almost unrecognizable to myself."You're such a fool, Maddie," I whispered to myself.After finishing up in the bathroom, I emerged and made my way to the walk-in closet, trying to find an outfit that would conceal the marks on my neck. Despite the scorching weather ou
Marco and I dined together once more because he arrived home early. I concealed my agony, knowing that even a slight arm movement would trigger it.I appreciated Marco's silence and lack of curiosity. It spared me from creating excuses in case he inquired about my visit to my father.As I prepared to ascend to our bedroom, Marco grasped my arm and spun me around. He inadvertently brushed against the bruise, causing me to emit a gasp of pain."Ah!"Momentarily, Marco's brow creased with concern, but he swiftly masked his emotions."I-I’m sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," I said, while I averted my gaze, attempting to conceal my pain-ridden expression.Marco commanded, "Show me your arm."Confused, I deliberately feigned ignorance, saying, "Sorry, what?""Don't play dumb, Maddie. You heard me," Marco responded firmly, signaling for me to comply. When Marco used my name in that tone, it carried a different meaning.I reluctantly revealed my arm, and Marco gingerly laid his hand on it
I could sense the unrest within me, a constant unease that refused to subside. My mind ran wild with thoughts of the missing ones, their absence gnawing at my soul. I longed for a break, a moment of respite, but time slipped through my fingers, as if mocking my desire for calm.In that turbulent state, Vittoria took charge, guiding me gently to sit. Her firm yet soothing touch caressed my back, attempting to bring solace to my weary spirit. Yet, beneath her reassuring words, I sensed the hollowness of promises unfulfilled. Deep down, I knew that true peace would elude me until my sister and Renzo were safely by my side.Time blurred, each passing moment a mystery as reports and updates were limited to Dad alone. The rest of the Moretti family and their associates remained scattered across distant lands. Only Stefano, Dad, and Vittoria were present, while Gabriele, burdened with his laboratory duties, stood confined inside.The door swung open with a sudden force, grabbing my attention
Violet abruptly broke away from my grasp, She quickly stood up and ran the other direction. Her eyes showed an unbreakable determination, which caused the chase to pause for a moment, seizing the attention of those chasing us. The moment I realised her success, I also quickly went the other way.Tears coursed down my cheeks, my heart wrenching with worry for my sister's safety. I prayed fervently that she would remain safe until I could find help.Exhausted beyond measure, I refused to stop my desperate flight. Numbness consumed my legs from the relentless pace. Lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice the uneven ground beneath me.I stumbled and cascaded downhill, agony searing through my body, but I mustered the strength to rise. My eyes widened in profound realization—the realization that I had fallen onto a desolate road.I swiftly rose to my feet, determined to keep running. With every step, I prayed to the universe to grant me a sight of a passing car and a compassionate soul to
The security cameras in this place paled in comparison to the extensive surveillance at the Moretti's. Thanks to Marty, I knew exactly where the blind spots were, which turned out to be invaluable now.As I listened to one of the guards speaking, their voice laced with suspicion, it became evident that something had caught their attention in the adjacent room. The number of people present remained a mystery, clouding the situation further.Our path grew darker as we proceeded. Taking a momentary shelter, we huddled together, seeking solace in each other's presence while contemplating our next moves."Sis, what now? We're lost," Violet voiced her vagueness.Unable to provide an immediate answer, I echoed her confusion. The labyrinthine layout of this place made navigation a formidable challenge."Let's stick with the plan, Violet. Evading capture is our main priority. We'll uncover a way out in due course," I said, exhaling deeply while clasping my sister's hand tightly. The grip on my
"Sis," Violet whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. "The new driver, he's one of them. He deceived us all, infiltrating our home and studying our every move. This was all part of their carefully orchestrated plan. They were aware of Marco's imminent departure and the Moretti family's gathering, ensuring your guards would be occupied elsewhere. They had all the information, which is why they struck today."Violet looked at me, concern etched on her face. Uncertainty flickered in her eyes, but I tried to reassure her with a smile. While Ronan seemed knowledgeable about the Moretti family, he couldn't possibly comprehend the full extent of my capabilities. He never suspected that I had a plan to escape from this predicament, using my wits and resourcefulness to secure our freedom.As the details of my plan unfold, Violet's apprehension gradually transformed into trust. Though the odds were stacked against us, with risks looming at every turn, I remained determined. I would stop at
"I am Ronan Lombardi, the last remaining heir of the Lombardi family—the one your husband annihilated. I am also the inheritor of the organization where your mother dedicated her life, and where you reluctantly pledged your service." He stooped down to my eye level, caressing my hair and coercing me to meet his gaze. "Maddie, your loyalty should rightfully belong to me, not your husband. I am the master, and your mother entrusted your life to our cause."My teeth clenched, confirming my instincts. Despite Marco's claims of wiping out the entire Lombardi clan, there was indeed one survivor—the heir, Ronan.Tightening my fist, I regretted not voicing my doubts to Marco that fateful night. Maybe, if I had, he would have taken precautions to ensure the annihilation of every last Lombardi, leaving no room for survivors.My thoughts came to a halt as Ronan slowly raised his hand towards the mask covering half of his face. He gently caressed it for a moment before slowly removing it.My eyes
As I searched for my staff, urgency tinged my every move. Failing to locate them promptly, I snatched the car keys, taking matters into my own hands. One of Marco's cars became my vehicle of choice.Observing my hurried driving, the house guard swiftly swung open the gate, his face a picture of astonishment. Yet, I brushed it off, too preoccupied for notice.With haste, I raced toward our residence, my heart pounding in sync with my accelerating car. Parking carelessly, I sprang out, eager to enter our house.The gate stood ajar, and an eerie calmness blanketed the surroundings. Ignoring any sense of sign, I swiftly crossed the threshold, ready to face whatever awaited me.The surroundings were dark, and there were no lights on. I called for helpers, but no one answered."Violet?" I called for my younger sister.I called her name several times until I heard Violet's voice."S-Sis, we're in the kitchen."Her voice was weak, and it was clear she was crying. I immediately went there, rea
Lucille had been discharged from the hospital, but her recovery demanded more rest. Both Marco and I eagerly wished for Lucille's complete recovery before she went back from her duties, so I shared his sentiments. It was important to ensure her well-being.Now, I found myself at the mall, fulfilling shopping obligations. Though I could have easily given these errands to the housemaids, I took the opportunity to tackle them myself, especially tasks of this nature. Shopping gives me the peace that I need right now."Renzo," I called out, asking for his help. Marco wasn't by my side, as he was abroad attending to Marcello and engaging in business endeavors. Rumors circulated that they were forging an alliance with the Grimaldi family from the Sicilian Mafia, and I trusted they were negotiating diligently.I've gained a deep understanding of their organizational dynamics. Marco emphasized the strategic advantage of forging alliances with different countries. Although I'm aware of their al
In recent days, I bore witness to my sister's endless pursuit of Renzo, and it was a spectacle that left me suspicious. Often, I would simply shake my head, unable to understand her behavior, and there were moments when I wished I could just close my eyes and spare myself the embarrassment of watching it unfold. Have you ever experienced secondhand embarrassment? It's that weird sensation where you feel the humiliation of someone else's actions, even though you were not the one responsible. That's precisely what I felt whenever Violet engaged in her attention-seeking antics in Renzo's presence.On one particular day, as I returned home from work, I found Violet slumped on the sofa, her face filled with dejection. She had been persistently pestering Renzo earlier, but now she seemed utterly defeated. Concern washed over me, and I swiftly took a seat beside her.Regardless of her misguided actions, I couldn't bear to witness Violet in such despair. It was as if her sadness reached beyon
Once Renzo had left, leaving just the two of us, I couldn't resist playfully pinching my sister's side. Her gaze, once filled with longing for Renzo, was now directed at me."Ouch, Sis! That actually hurt!" she protested, rubbing her side.Deep down, I knew there was more to Violet's visit than just my company."What's the real reason you're here, Violet? I have a feeling it's not solely about me."Sniffling, she glanced around nervously before tugging me towards the living room where we settled onto the sofa."Sis, it's about Renzo..." Her voice trailed off.I closed my eyes briefly, already understanding what her gaze had meant earlier.I offered her an empathetic smile. "Do you think he might have a girlfriend? And even if he doesn't, the age gap between you two is quite significant. Don't get your hopes up, Violet. Renzo is even older than me. He and Marco are practically the same age, just a few years apart.""Age is irrelevant, Sis!" She playfully nudged me. "Come on, lend me a