Alessandro Moretti
"I thought destiny wore a black suit. Turns out... it wore a blue dress."
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Growing up, I learned two things. Money buys silence. Fear buys everything else. My father built an empire out of bodies and broken promises, and by the time I was fifteen, I was cleaning blood off marble floors instead of worrying about homework. Twenty-eight now. Head of the family. Men nod before I speak. Enemies disappear before they become problems. Sounds glamorous until you realize every mansion turns into a prison when there's nobody waiting inside it.
I stopped believing I'd ever find someone who saw me instead of my last name. Women smiled at the money, flirted with the power, chased the headlines. None of them ever reached me. So I quit caring. Easier that way.
Tonight is another charity auction. Fake smiles. Fake speeches. Real criminals wearing tailored suits.
Then the doors open.
Blue.
That's the first thing I notice.
A blue dress drifting through the crowd like the room forgot how ugly it was.
Jesus... she's beautiful.
No.
Beautiful isn't even close.
She looks like she wandered into the wrong story and somehow made it better.
Don't stare, idiot.
You're the boss.
Act like one.
Then she looks up.
Right at me.
And smiles.
Fuck.
My brain just clocked out.
Every deal, every bodyguard, every million-dollar conversation vanishes.
All I can think is...
Please... let me have one conversation with her before the universe decides to ruin this too.Everyone here is 18+