Chapter 5 - The Man Who Stole My Mother’s Records Was My Own Father’s Brother, and He Had Spent Seventeen Years Preparing to Take My DaughterWe discovered the sender.
Victor Moretti.
Luca's uncle.
My father's brother.
The man everyone believed had died fifteen years earlier.
He was alive.
And he had controlled the family network from the shadows.
He knew about Alessandra.
The child.
The bloodline.
My mother.
Everything.
He had allowed the family to believe the heir was dead.
He had been waiting.
Why?
Because the heir's trust matured when she became a direct descendant.
My daughter.
The trust contained assets worth hundreds of millions.
But there was another condition.
The heir needed a guardian from the Moretti bloodline.
Luca.
That meant if he controlled Luca, he controlled my daughter.
We returned to the hospital.
Derek was waiting.
He looked exhausted.
“I have something.”
“What?”
He gave me a key.
“My mother kept this.”
“What is it?”
“A safe deposit box.”
Luca took it.
We opened the box.
Inside were letters.
One from Victor.
The child is not the only heir.
I stared.
“What?”
Another letter.
There is a second branch of the bloodline.
Luca looked at me.
“Another child?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
The next page contained one name.
Charlotte.
A girl born twelve years ago.
A descendant of Alessandra.
I stared.
“That means my daughter isn't the only heir.”
“Then why hunt her?”
“Because Victor doesn't know where Charlotte is.”
That made sense.
Victor wanted my daughter because she was the only confirmed descendant.
If he found Charlotte too, he could control both.
The Bellmont family wanted the same thing.
The Morettis were fighting internally.
And my newborn baby was in the middle.
Then Derek spoke.
“My mother knew where Charlotte was.”
“Where?”
“She told me once.”
“Tell me.”
He hesitated.
“A foster home.”
The address was in upstate New York.
We went there.
The girl had been adopted.
But someone had found her.
Her file was marked:
MISSING.
Luca's face darkened.
“Victor has her.”
I looked at my daughter.
The newborn slept peacefully.
She had no idea that two families were fighting over her future.
I kissed her forehead.
“No one is taking her.”
Luca looked at me.
“Not while I'm alive.”
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That was a promise.
And I believed him.
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