Don Vittorio Moretti
The argument had burned itself into his bones long before the water ever cooled his skin. He stood waist-deep in the pool, lantern light trembling across the surface, trying to let the night strip the anger out of him layer by layer. The villa behind him was silent now, but the silence was worse than shouting. Silence meant things had been said that couldn’t be taken back. Silence meant damage. Infidelity had never surprised him. Not in his world. Loyalty was currency, and most people spent it carelessly. What surprised him was how personal it felt this time—how sharply it cut when it came from the one person who was supposed to stand beside him, not behind his back. He rested his forearms on the edge of the pool, head dipped slightly, water running down his shoulders. Control had always been his strength. He’d built his empire on it—measured decisions, calm responses, never letting emotion rule his hand. Tonight tested that discipline. That was when the water rippled. He lifted
About Don Vittorio Moretti
The argument had burned itself into his bones long before the water ever cooled his skin. He stood waist-deep in the pool, lantern light trembling across the surface, trying to let the night strip the anger out of him layer by layer. The villa behind him was silent now, but the silence was worse than shouting. Silence meant things had been said...Read more