Adrianmoretti Stories

She was only supposed to carry his child. Now she's carrying his secrets... and his heart. Desperate to save her younger sister, Elena Rossi agrees to a discreet surrogacy arranged through an elite private clinic. No names. No contact. No strings attached. It's supposed to be a clean transaction-until a chance encounter with Adrian Moretti, New York's most powerful and dangerous mafia king, changes everything. Elena has no idea Adrian is the biological father of the child growing inside her. Adrian has no idea the woman who's captured his attention holds the key to his legacy. But when the truth comes out, neither of them is prepared for what comes next. Claiming his child means claiming her. And Adrian Moretti never asks. He takes. Trapped in a mansion of luxury and lies, Elena must navigate a world of violence, power, and desire. But as her bond with Adrian deepens, so does the danger surrounding them-especially with a jealous fiancée, a protective younger brother, and a blood-soaked empire closing in. This wasn't supposed to be a love story. But some secrets don't stay buried... And some hearts can't stay guarded.

The night was painted in blood and silence. Adrian Moretti leaned back in the leather seat of his blacked-out car, cigarette smoke curling around him like a halo of sin. His men sat rigid, waiting for the signal. The city outside pulsed with neon lights, but for Adrian, all he saw was the target. The daughter of his enemy! "Make it quick. No witnesses," He muttered. Voice low and sharp enough to slice through bone. His men nodded. When Adrian spoke, no one questioned. For years, he had hunted revenge. Every move was a calculated strike, every breath a reminder of the war carved into his veins. Tonight was supposed to be another piece of the puzzle. Simple. Brutal. Effective. Kidnap her. Break his rival's spine with fear. But fate had other plans. Elena Rivera never imagined the chill of night could turn into a nightmare. She was walking home, her heels tapping against the cracked pavement, clutching her bag close. The streets were too quiet, too heavy with something unseen. Then came the shadow. The van. The hands. A sharp cry clawed its way out of her throat, muffled instantly by a rough palm. Panic clawed through her chest as she kicked, scratched, and fought. But the men were too strong, too ruthless. A blindfold smothered her world into blackness, ropes cut into her wrists and the smell of smoke and leather filled her lungs. She had been taken. "You don't give orders here, dolcezza," He whispered. His voice like a knife sliding across skin. He reached out, brushed a strand of hair from her face and Elena flinched. His smile widened, dark and cruel. "You're mine now." And in that moment, Elena knew her life was no longer hers. She had been stolen by the devil himself!