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Three years into her marriage to Alessio Moretti, heir to Sicily’s most powerful crime family, Noemi Bianchi lost everything when rival gangs ambushed him during a territorial dispute in southern Italy.
Marco Moretti, Alessio’s identical twin, stood at the entrance of the Moretti estate, clutching a blood–soaked signet ring–the snake–entwined scepter that marked Alessio’s position as heir. His voice cracked with grief. “Noemi… Alessio didn’t make it. He’s gone.”
The world tilted beneath the former prima ballerina. Her legs, once strong enough to command the stage, buckled. Everything went black.
When she regained consciousness, she fought against the arms restraining her. “Let me go!” she sobbed, her voice raw with anguish. “I need to find him–he’s not dead, he can’t be dead!”
But Margherita Moretti–La Signora, wife of Don Moretti and Noemi’s formidable mother–in–law–held her in an iron embrace. “Stop this, child. My son is gone.”
In the weeks that followed, Noemi tried to join her husband three times.
Pills.
A razor.
The icy river.
Each time, someone from the Family pulled her back from death’s edge.
Throughout Sicily’s streets and cafes, whispered conversations followed her everywhere: “The heir and his ballerina… such devotion. You don’t see love like that anymore.”
They were right.
Their love was legendary.
So deep that it took three agonizing months after his funeral for her to uncover the truth-
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The man in that mahogany casket wasn’t Alessio at all.
Three nights after her latest suicide attempt, Noemi wandered through the Moretti estate like a ghost, pale and desperate for any of Alessio’s belongings to ease her grief. Instead, outside La Signora’s private quarters, she caught fragments of conversation that made her freeze.
“Alessio, how long do you plan to keep this charade going? That poor girl has tried to kill herself
three times!”
Her heart stopped.
Why was Margherita calling Marco by Alessio’s name?
“Ma, please. Just give me a little more time.” The voice belonged to Marco, but the gentle, coaxing tone was pure Alessio–the same way he used to calm her after bad dreams.
“Marco made me promise on his deathbed to take care of Daniela. You know how fragile she is, Mamma. If she learned her husband’s death, it would completely destroy her. I had to become him, give her a child. A baby will give her something to live for.”
The world spun beneath Noemi’s feet.
The truth hit her like a sledgehammer.
Marco was dead.
Alessio was alive.
Her husband had been sleeping in Daniela’s bed every night, playing house, planning a family.
“But what about Noemi?” La Signora’s voice rose with indignation. “You’re in that woman’s bed every single night. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to your wife?”
“She’s stronger than Daniela…”
Those words cut deeper than any blade, Noemi stumbled backward, knocking over a decorative vase that shattered on the marble floor.
The voices stopped abruptly.
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She ran.
As she fled, pain shot through her palm. The signet ring she’d been clutching for three months had cut into her flesh, drawing blood. She’d worn this ring around her neck, soaked it with tears night after night. Now it felt like a cruel joke.
Her husband lived while she’d been dying inside.
How pathetic it all seemed now,
Five years ago, at the annual Cosa Nostra gathering in Palermo, their worlds collided. He was Alessio Moretti, the feared mafia heir who made men tremble. She was Noemi Bianchi, prima ballerina of the Balletto di Roma, performing for Sicily’s elite.
As she danced Black Swan, his dark eyes never left her. When the music ended, he shocked everyone by striding onto the stage and draping his cashmere coat over her shoulders.
“The night air bites, Miss Bianchi,” he murmured. “Can’t have you catching
Cold.”
He pursued her relentlessly after that, always appearing at her shows, sending white roses to her dressing room. The night she agreed to be his, he got splendidly drunk and spun her around the moonlit gardens.
“Noemi Bianchi,” he declared, “I belong to you alone. Forever.”
After their wedding, everyone said the feared Moretti heir worshipped his ballerina bride. And she’d believed it–believed in their love story, in his promises, in the fairy tale of the mafia prince
and his dancer.
How foolish she’d been.
And now?
He was playing devoted husband to Daniela, sharing her bed, planning to give her a child.
While she, the fool, had tried to follow him to the grave, mourning him like a proper
widow.
Had he ever considered she might hurt too?
When she reached her quarters in a daze, Mrs. Conti was waiting in the sitting room, her ample figure settled comfortably in an armchair.
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“Ah, Noemi dear,” the older woman began, adjusting her shawl. “Don de‘ Medici is leaving for Isola di Virella in two weeks. This is the seventh time he’s asked for your hand. He says if you refuse again, he’ll accept that it’s truly over.”
Mrs. Conti had been the Moretti family’s housekeeper for thirty years, having come from Tuscany where she’d previously served the Medici family. Though she appeared the perfect loyal servant, she remained a Medici informant, feeding intelligence back to her true masters while playing the devoted Moretti retainer.
“You know,” Mrs. Conti continued, leaning forward conspiratorially, “Don de‘ Medici has been in love with you since before you married. When you chose young Moretti, it nearly broke his heart.
He’s waited all this time…”
Cosimo de‘ Medici was the newly appointed head of Tuscany’s most powerful crime family. The Medicis had traditionally been old money, keeping their hands clean of the dirtier aspects of organized crime. But when Cosimo took control, everything changed. He expanded globally, diving into both legitimate and illegal enterprises.
His masterstroke was Isola di Virella, a disputed island between Corsica and Sardinia that France and Italy had fought over for centuries. Cosimo had bankrolled its transformation into an autonomous state–a Mediterranean version of the Cayman Islands. The island now served as the
Medicis‘ financial black site, harboring secret accounts and transaction records for the world’s elite
and criminal underworld.
This expansion had siphoned significant business from the Morettis, turning former allies into bitter
rivals.
Since her supposed widowhood, Cosimo had persistently pursued her. Six times she’d refused, believing her heart belonged only to Alessio.
But now…
“I’ll marry him,” she said, her voice devoid of emotion.
Mrs. Conti’s eyes widened. “My dear, are you certain?”
“Tell Don de‘ Medici I accept. I’ll marry him and go to the island.”
The door burst open with such force it slammed against the wall. Alessio stood in the doorway, his
face twisted with rage. “Noemi, what the fuck did you just say?”
Noemi met his gaze, feeling nothing but cold contempt.
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“That’s none of your business, brother–in–law.”
In one fluid motion, Alessio drew his Beretta and pressed it against Mrs. Conti’s forehead. The old woman went rigid with terror.
“You have five seconds to get the fuck out before you never see another Sicilian sunrise,” he said softly, clicking off the safety. “Five…”
“Alessio!” Noemi lunged forward.
“Four…”
“Please, signore-” Mrs. Conti whimpered.
“Three…”
The housekeeper scrambled for the door.
“Two…”
She fled, nearly falling in her haste.
“One.”
The door slammed shut.
Alessio holstered his weapon and turned to Noemi, grabbing her wrist hard enough to leave bruises.
“Listen carefully. You’re under my protection now. You don’t need to remarry. Besides, you loved Alessio too much to even look at another man.” His grip tightened. “Next time someone comes sniffing around with marriage proposals, you send them away. Otherwise, I’ll handle it permanently. Understand?”
The hypocrisy was breathtaking. He spent every night in Daniela’s bed yet presumed to control her
life?
But Noemi simply nodded, letting him think he’d won.
In two weeks, she’d be beyond his control forever.
That night, as she methodically packed her belongings, the sounds from next door began. The antique bed creaking, Daniela’s breathy moans, and worst of all, Alessio’s deep groans of pleasure–sounds she knew intimately, sounds that had once been meant only for her.
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“Oh God! Something’s wrong!”
A scream pierced the night. Noemi rushed into the hallway to see Alessio carrying Daniela toward the stairs, her white silk nightgown stained crimson.
The estate erupted into chaos. Servants appeared from everywhere. Mrs. Conti peered out from the
kitchen.
“Mamma mia! What happened?”
“They were… you know… too rough apparently…”
“Who knew Marco had such passion? Always seemed so reserved…”
Noemi stood among the whispering crowd, feeling her heart turn to ice. Each word, each knowing glance, drove home the bitter irony. Her husband was alive, passionate, virile–just not with her.
Mrs. Conti caught her arm. “Noemi, as family, you should go to the hospital.”
To avoid scandal, she grabbed her coat and followed.
The hospital corridor reeked of disinfectant. Alessio paced like a caged wolf until he noticed her
arrival.
“What are you doing here?”
“Family obligation,” she replied flatly.
The operating room doors swung open. A doctor emerged, smiling.
“Congratulations, Mr. Moretti. Your wife is fine. She’s pregnant, though you’ll need to be more… gentle during intimate moments.”
The words landed like bullets to her chest. Pregnant. He’d accomplished his mission. Daniela carried his child while Noemi stood there, invisible, irrelevant, already erased from his life.
Something died inside her in that moment. The last flicker of love, of hope, of everything she’d felt for Alessio Moretti extinguished forever. She was done being the fool who’d tried to follow him to the grave while he built a new life without her.
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