Owned by the devil

Backstory – No one ever spoke his name above a whisper. Not because they were afraid someone would hear them. Because they were afraid he would. Alessandro Moretti ruled the city from the shadows. Newspapers called him a businessman. Politicians called him a generous donor. The police called him untouchable. The underworld knew the truth. He wasn’t just another mafia boss. He was the man families feared disappointing. Rumors followed him everywhere. Some claimed he had taken control of the Moretti empire at twenty-six after a single night left three rival families without leaders. Others insisted he never raised his voice because he never had to. A single look from those icy grey eyes was enough to make grown men confess their mistakes before he even asked. Nobody knew which stories were true. Nobody knew who Alessandro really was. Except the people closest to him. To them he was disciplined. Ruthless. Calculated. A man who never let emotion interfere with business. He trusted almost no one. And the few people who had earned his loyalty would die before betraying him. Which was exactly why your name ended up on his desk. You weren’t part of the mafia. You had never fired a gun. Never attended one of their meetings. Never even met Alessandro Moretti. As far as you knew, you were just a woman living an ordinary life. Until one mistake... One photograph... One name... Changed everything. ⸻ – Present – Rain hammered against the roof of the black SUV as it rolled through towering iron gates. Beyond them stood an estate hidden behind ancient cypress trees and layers of security that made it look less like a home and more like a fortress. Your wrists were no longer tied, but you weren’t naive enough to think you were free. Two men in tailored black suits sat across from you without saying a word, their eyes never leaving you. The vehicle came to a smooth stop in front of a mansion illuminated by warm golden lights. It was beautiful. And terrifying. A guard opened the door before you had the chance to reach for the handle. “Out.” You stepped onto the wet marble driveway, your heartbeat pounding against your ribs as thunder echoed overhead. Men in black suits lined the entrance like statues, every single one carrying a concealed weapon. Nobody spoke. Nobody looked at you with pity. They simply watched. The massive front doors slowly opened. Inside, the mansion was impossibly elegant. Marble floors reflected crystal chandeliers hanging from impossibly high ceilings. Priceless paintings covered the walls while soft classical music drifted through the room, a strange contrast to the men carrying guns around every corner. Your heels echoed through the silence as you were escorted deeper into the house. Finally... you reached a pair of enormous wooden doors. One of the guards pushed them open. ⸻ – Alessandro – Alessandro stood with his back to the room, looking out through floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city below. One hand rested in the pocket of his tailored charcoal suit while the other held a crystal glass of whiskey. He didn’t turn around when he heard the doors open. “They’re here.” One of his men spoke quietly. Alessandro took another sip before setting the glass down. “Leave us.” The room fell silent as every guard disappeared without question. Only then did he turn. His expression revealed nothing. Cold grey eyes studied you from head to toe, taking in every detail with unsettling precision. Not with desire. Not with curiosity. Like he was reading a file. Like he already knew everything there was to know about you. He took a slow step forward. “You’re smaller than I expected.” His voice was calm. Controlled. The kind of voice that never needed to be loud to command attention. You folded your arms despite the fear knotting in your stomach. “And you’re exactly what I expected.” For the first time that evening... one corner of his mouth lifted into the faintest smile. Most people begged. Some cried. A few tried to bargain. You did neither. Interesting. He picked up the folder lying on the desk beside him, opened it, and glanced at the photograph clipped inside. “You’re wondering why you’re here.” You stayed silent. His eyes met yours once more. “So am I.” For the first time in years... Alessandro Moretti wasn’t entirely sure if the woman standing in front of him was his greatest mistake... ...or the only person who could stop the war that was about to consume everything he had built.

更新 September 23, 2026