Chapter 3 - THE COST OF A SECRET
The dining room erupted into chaos.
Guests began standing, chairs scraping violently against the hardwood floor. Teresa buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
I kept my hand firmly on her shoulder, anchoring her. I had only been a housemaid for eleven months, but standing in this room, I felt the devastating weight of a seven-year-old tragedy.
“Out,” Luca commanded.
He didn’t shout, but the word cut through the panic.
“Everyone except my mother, my brother, Hannah, and Vanessa. Get out.”
Within two minutes, the grand dining room was empty. The heavy mahogany doors clicked shut, sealing the five of us inside.
Luca stood over Michael. “You were driving?”
Michael nodded, his face buried in his hands. “I was supposed to drive her to the bridal fitting. It was raining. A truck ran the red light. I swerved… I hit the pillar. I woke up in the ambulance, and Arthur Bellini was there. He told me Isabella and the baby were gone. He said he would cover up my involvement so you wouldn’t hate me.”
“My father protected you!” Vanessa snapped, pacing near the window. “He kept the police away. He kept your brother from destroying you!”
Luca turned to her, his eyes cold and empty. “And when did you find out the child survived?”
Vanessa stopped pacing. She lifted her chin, trying to maintain her aristocratic pride.
“A year ago. I found a ledger in my father’s desk. He had been paying a private caretaker in upstate New York. I went there. I saw the boy. He looks exactly like you, Luca.”
Teresa looked up, her eyes red. “You knew my grandson was alive, and you let me mourn him?”
“I was securing my future!” Vanessa fired back. “Luca, you were pulling away from me. I needed insurance. If I married you, I was going to ‘miraculously’ find the boy and bring him home. I would have been the hero. We would have been a family.”
“You’re a monster,” Luca said softly.
Vanessa scoffed. “I’m a pragmatist. And Michael played his part perfectly. He paid the bills, he kept quiet, and in return, I didn’t show you the police report proving he was drunk behind the wheel that night.”
Michael sobbed harder.
Luca didn’t strike his brother. He didn’t yell. He just reached into his jacket, pulled out his phone, and tossed it onto the table in front of Vanessa.
“Call the safe house,” Luca ordered. “Tell them I’m coming for my son.”
Vanessa crossed her arms. “No.”
Luca stepped closer to her, invading her space. “Call them.”
Vanessa offered a cruel, twisted smile. “You think you’re in control here, Luca? Do you really think I came to this dinner tonight without a backup plan?”
She reached into her small designer clutch and pulled out a heavy, tarnished silver key.
“I didn’t just blackmail Michael to pay for the boy’s care,” Vanessa said, her voice dripping with venom. “I had him transfer the deed of the safe house to my father’s name yesterday. The boy isn’t upstate anymore.”
Luca went perfectly still. “Where is he?”
Vanessa tossed the silver key onto the dining table. It clattered against the fine china.
“My father picked him up three hours ago,” Vanessa said. “He’s currently on a private plane, heading to a location you will never find. Unless, of course, you marry me tomorrow and sign over forty percent of the Moretti shipping routes to the Bellini family.”
Teresa let out a heartbroken cry.
Luca stared at the silver key.
Then, he looked at me.
“Hannah,” Luca said, his voice entirely devoid of emotion. “Go upstairs. Pack my mother a bag. You’re taking her to your apartment tonight.”
Vanessa laughed. “Running away won’t save the boy, Luca.”
But I didn’t move to the stairs. I couldn’t.
I stared at the silver key on the table. My stomach twisted into a violent knot.
I recognized that key.
“Mr. Moretti,” I whispered, my voice shaking.
Luca turned to me. “Not now, Hannah. Take my mother.”
“Sir, I know that key,” I said, stepping forward.
Vanessa’s laughter died in her throat. She looked at me, her eyes narrowing into dangerous slits.
I pointed a trembling finger at the tarnished silver. “It has a distinct crest on the handle. A shield with two crossed anchors. I… I’ve seen it before.”
Luca stepped toward me, his intensity returning. “Where?”
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My mouth went dry.
“It’s on the keychain of the private nurse who visits my mother every evening,” I whispered.
