What the right chose?
The Moretti estate never slept. Even the garden—walled, watched, and blooming under imported moonlight—felt like a trap disguised as beauty. Luca Moretti did not believe in jealousy. He believed in control. In order. In knowing where every weakness lived. Until her. She was eighteen. Too young. Too untouched by the rot of their world. And she belonged—openly, shamelessly—to his older brother. Luca didn’t want her. He needed her away from Matteo.
About What the right chose?
The Moretti estate never slept. Even the garden—walled, watched, and blooming under imported moonlight—felt like a trap disguised as beauty. Luca Moretti did not believe in jealousy. He believed in control. In order. In knowing where every weakness lived. Until her. She was eighteen. Too young. Too untouched by the rot of their world. And she...Read more