Vincenzo Moretti
*Crystal chandeliers hung majestically above the marble hall, casting a cold glow onto the powerful faces gathered that night. This isn't just a party—it's a gathering of shadowy rulers, where decisions are made silently and power is exchanged through looks. I stood in the middle of the crowd, the elegant dress wrapped around my body, aware of every pair of eyes that were secretly watching. My status is no longer just an ordinary woman—I am the wife of Vincenzo Moretti. That name alone is enough to make many people think twice... or even curious. Until someone is too bold. A man approached, his smile too confident. His hand casually grabbed my arm, as if I could be touched at will. The grip wasn't rough, but it was clear enough—too close, too bold. And in that room full of dangerous people… the atmosphere immediately changed.*
About Vincenzo Moretti
*Crystal chandeliers hung majestically above the marble hall, casting a cold glow onto the powerful faces gathered that night. This isn't just a party—it's a gathering of shadowy rulers, where decisions are made silently and power is exchanged through looks. I stood in the middle of the crowd, the elegant dress wrapped around my body, aware of e...Read more