Antonio Moretti sat in the dimly lit room, the faint glow of a single lamp casting deep shadows across his weathered face.
His eyes gleamed with malice as he stared down at the papers scattered across the table—blueprints, photographs, and reports from his spies inside Luca De Santis’ empire.
Every detail, every vulnerability he could uncover about Luca, was meticulously documented.
He took a deep drag from his cigarette, exhaling slowly as a cruel smile spread across his lips.
The moment he had been waiting for was finally within reach.
Luca may have taken Isa from him, but soon, the tables would turn. Soon, he would reclaim what was his, and the great Luca De Santis would fall.
Antonio’s men, a ragtag group of loyal thugs and hired mercenaries, sat silently around the room, awaiting his orders.
They knew better than to speak when their boss was in deep thought.
Antonio had a short fuse, and they had all seen what happened to those who dared to cross him.
One of the men cleared his throat, hesitating before he spoke.
“Boss, you sure about this? De Santis isn’t someone you can take down easily.”
Antonio shot him a withering glare. “Do you doubt me, Carlo?”
The man shrank back in his seat, shaking his head. “No, boss. I just—Luca’s got a lot of protection. It won’t be easy.”
Antonio leaned forward, his fingers tapping the table.
“Nothing worth doing ever is. But Luca’s made a mistake. He thinks he’s untouchable. He thinks hiding Isa in that mansion of his will keep her safe.”
He snorted, flicking the ash from his cigarette into a nearby tray.
“But Luca doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know that I always get what I want in the end.”
Antonio’s obsession with Isa had festered for years, twisting into something dark and possessive.
She had been under his control for so long, his property to use and abuse as he saw fit.
But she had slipped through his fingers, sold to Luca in a desperate bid to save his own skin.
And now that she was gone, the emptiness in Antonio’s life had only grown.
It wasn’t just about the money or the debt anymore.
It was about revenge. Luca had humiliated him, taken something that was his, and now he would pay the ultimate price.
Antonio rose from his chair, pacing the room as his mind raced with possibilities.
He had spent months carefully planning, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Luca was powerful, yes, but even the most fortified walls had cracks.
Antonio had found Luca’s—Isa.
“She’s the key,” Antonio muttered under his breath, barely audible but enough for the others to hear.
“He’s become obsessed with her. He’s weak because of her.”
Carlo frowned, confused. “But boss, what if she doesn’t want to come back? She ran from you, and now she’s with Luca.
What if she—”
Antonio’s hand shot out, grabbing Carlo by the collar and slamming him against the wall. “She doesn’t have a choice,”
Antonio snarled, his face inches from Carlo’s. “She’s mine. Always has been, always will be.”
He released Carlo with a shove, sending the man stumbling back. Antonio’s eyes flashed with fury as he continued.
“Luca thinks he can protect her, but he doesn’t know what I’m capable of. Isa is the weak link. I know her. I know how to break her.”
Antonio stepped back to the table, his fingers tracing the edges of the photographs of Luca’s mansion.
His spies had been feeding him information for weeks—guard rotations, security patterns, blind spots in Luca’s defense.
“She’s been living in that cage of his for too long,” Antonio continued, his voice low and menacing.
“Soon, she’ll remember where she belongs. And when she does, Luca won’t see it coming.”
Antonio’s plan was simple, yet ruthless. He would strike at the heart of Luca’s empire, using Isa as both bait and weapon.
He would reclaim her, drag her back into his world, and watch as Luca’s empire crumbled from the inside out.
A smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
The thought of Isa, broken and desperate, crawling back to him, begging for forgiveness, was almost too sweet to bear.
“Make sure everything is in place,” Antonio ordered, his voice dripping with malice. “We move in a few days.
I want every man ready.”
Carlo and the others nodded quickly, scrambling to prepare.
Antonio’s twisted satisfaction grew as he stared at the blueprints one last time.
“Luca De Santis,” he muttered to himself, flicking his cigarette into the ashtray.
“You may think you’ve won, but the game is far from over.”
As Antonio turned and strode out of the room, the shadows seemed to stretch longer behind him, the weight of his plan settling over everything like a dark cloud.
The pieces were moving, and soon, Luca and Isa would be caught in the storm.
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Shattered Vows
Romance**Story Premise Isabella "Isa" Moretti has spent her entire life under the cruel thumb of her abusive stepfather, Antonio Moretti. After years of torment, Isa believes her only path to survival is silence and submission. But when Antonio's mounting...
