Chapter 14 - The Moretti Name Changed Before Our Marriage Did
Damien’s transition took eight months.
Not one dramatic announcement.
Contracts.
Sales.
Closures.
People leaving.
Legitimate companies separated from illegal operations.
Old obligations settled where possible.
Some relationships ended badly.
Others quietly.
I did not run the process.
That mattered.
Damien sometimes asked my opinion about security.
I answered as his wife, not his lieutenant.
When he tried to push more responsibility toward me, I stopped him.
“I did not reveal my past to become your new Luca.”
That landed.
He apologized immediately.
Good.
Eventually the Moretti organization became something smaller and cleaner.
Hotels.
Commercial property.
Logistics.
No armed crews waiting downstairs.
No captains needing permission to breathe.
Damien hated parts of the transition.
He also slept better.
One evening, nearly a year after the hotel attack, we returned to the same hotel for a charity dinner.
Different suite.
Different purpose.
I wore black heels.
Both of them.
Damien noticed.
“Should I be nervous?”
“Always.”
He smiled.
Then looked toward my clutch.
“Are you armed?”
I raised an eyebrow.
“You’re asking?”
“Look at me learning.”
I laughed.
“No.”
He offered his arm.
I took it.
Near the ballroom doors, Damien stopped.
“I never thanked you.”
“For what?”
“Saving my life.”
I looked at him.
“You thanked me seventeen times.”
“No.”
His voice softened.
“For refusing to save the life I was living.”
That was different.
He had almost died physically.
But Luca’s betrayal forced him to see another danger.
An empire built so completely around fear that the man closest to him believed fear had to continue for love to survive.
I squeezed Damien’s hand.
“You did that part.”
He nodded.
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