Chapter 10 - The Confession
I stared at the small, yellowed piece of paper resting on the marble counter.
Luca frowned. He reached out and unfolded it.
It was a letter, written in cramped, hurried handwriting. The ink was faded, but the words were clear.
“It’s from your grandmother,” Luca said quietly.
I felt a cold knot form in my stomach. “Read it.”
Luca cleared his throat and began to read aloud.
“To my dearest Emily. If you are reading this, I am already gone, and Arthur Bellini has finally come to collect his debts. I lied to you, my sweet girl. I didn't just sign a fake death certificate. Arthur forced me to do something much worse.”
Luca stopped. His eyes scanned ahead, and his face turned pale.
“What is it?” I asked, stepping closer.
Luca looked at me, a profound sadness in his eyes.
“Thirty years ago, when Arthur’s wife was pregnant, she didn't die in childbirth. She died in a car accident orchestrated by Arthur’s rivals. The baby... Vanessa... survived. But Arthur didn't want a daughter. He wanted an heir. So, he ordered me to swap the babies in the nursery.”
I gasped, covering my mouth. “Swap the babies?”
Luca continued reading.
“Arthur paid me to take Vanessa away and leave her at an orphanage. But I couldn't do it. I raised her in secret for a year. When Arthur found out, he threatened to kill my own daughter—your mother, Emily—unless I gave Vanessa back to him and played the loyal servant.”
Tears spilled down my cheeks. My grandmother hadn't been a willing accomplice. She had been a hostage for thirty years.
“Arthur never loved Vanessa. He only used her to get close to the Moretti family. He knew Elena was the key. He poisoned Elena’s tea for months, making her weak, making the doctors think she had a terminal heart condition.”
“Poisoned,” Luca whispered, crushing the paper in his fist. “Elena isn't sick. She was being poisoned by Arthur.”
The realization hit the room like a physical blow. Elena wasn't dying. With the right treatment, she could fully recover.
“We have to give this letter to the police,” I said, wiping my tears. “It’s proof of everything Arthur did. It proves he tried to murder Elena.”
“It’s more than that,” Luca said, his eyes darkening with a familiar, dangerous fire. “It proves Arthur Bellini has no legitimate claim to his own company. He built his empire on blood and lies.”
Just then, the kitchen phone rang.
It was a harsh, shrill sound.
Luca picked it up and put it on speaker.
“Hello?”
A smooth, chilling voice filled the room. It wasn't Arthur.
“Luca Moretti,” the voice said. “My name is Dominic Bellini. Arthur’s older brother.”
Luca went rigid. Dominic Bellini was a phantom. A man who operated entirely in the shadows of the European underworld. He was vastly more dangerous than Arthur.
“Your brother is in a jail cell, Dominic,” Luca said coldly.
“Yes, I know,” Dominic sighed smoothly. “Arthur was always sloppy. But I am not. You have something that belongs to our family, Luca. The diary.”
“You’re never getting it.”
“Oh, I think I will,” Dominic chuckled softly. “You see, Arthur failed to secure the merger. But I don’t need a merger. I just bought the majority debt on your overseas shipping ports. If you don’t hand over the diary and the shares by sunrise, I will bankrupt the Moretti empire, and your entire family will be on the street by noon.”
The line went dead.
Luca stared at the phone. The Bellini family wasn't defeated. The true head of the snake had just revealed himself.
I looked at the crumpled letter in Luca’s hand.
“Luca,” I said softly. “You said this letter proves Arthur has no legitimate claim to his company.”
Luca looked at me, confused. “Yes. But Dominic has unlimited capital.”
“Not if Vanessa is the true heir,” I said, my heart racing. “According to this letter, Vanessa is Arthur’s only legitimate child. The company belongs to her, not Dominic.”
Luca’s eyes widened as the realization hit him.
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“Vanessa,” he whispered.
We had locked her in the panic room hours ago.
