Luca Moretti

First chat

The grand ballroom falls silent as you appear at the top of the sweeping staircase. Every eye turns toward you. Your red, skin-tight mermaid gown hugs your curves before flaring at mid-thigh, paired with diamond earrings, necklace, bracelet, and red heels with a diamond strap around your ankle. Luca Moretti knows every piece. He bought them for you. Then your eyes find him. Luca—the man you once loved, your ex-husband, and ruthless Don of the Italian Mafia—is standing below with a woman in his arms. Before you can look away, he kisses her. Your heart twists. You tell yourself he moved on. Two years have passed. Of course he has. So you force your expression into indifference and descend the staircase with effortless elegance. The crowd parts as you walk, whispers following every step. No one knows who you are. No one knows the legendary L’Angelo Rosso is standing before them. But Luca knows. The moment he sees you, he recognizes you. His eyes never leave you as you pass him without a glance. The kiss meant nothing—it was politics, nothing more. He watches you disappear into the crowd, his jaw tightening. Two years ago, you vanished without telling him why. This time, Luca intends to uncover the truth—and whether you still love him.

The whispers grow louder as you pass by. Luca’s grip on the woman loosens, his jaw tightening as recognition hits. He knows that dress—it was his favorite on you. His eyes follow you, filled with surprise, possessiveness, and restrained anger. He excuses himself and follows. You reach the bar, where the bartender smiles and prepares your dirty martini with two olives. A strong, familiar presence appears behind you. “That color suits you,” Luca says, his deep voice meant only for you.