CHAPTER 4 — THE WOMAN WHO BECAME VINCENT MORETTI’S ONLY WEAKNESS
The name echoed through Vincent Moretti’s mind.
Victoria Moretti.
His sister.
His blood.
The one person who had stood beside him when their family empire was built from nothing.
The one person who knew every secret.
Every weakness.
Every scar.
And now…
She was standing on the other side.
Vincent remained outside Lena’s hospital room, his phone still pressed against his ear.
For several seconds, he said nothing.
Marco knew better than to speak first.
Because silence from Vincent Moretti was never empty.
It meant he was calculating.
It meant he was remembering.
It meant someone was about to regret a decision.
Finally, Vincent spoke.
“Are you certain?”
Marco answered carefully.
“Yes.”
“How?”
“We traced the money trail connected to Daniel Cross. The accounts were hidden, but not well enough.”
A pause.
“Victoria has been funding him for months.”
Vincent looked through the glass.
Lena was asleep.
Her face was peaceful for the first time since he had met her.
And that made his anger burn even deeper.
Because someone had looked at a vulnerable woman and decided she was a tool.
A weakness.
A target.
“Why?” Vincent asked.
Marco hesitated.
“That’s what we’re trying to find out.”
Vincent ended the call.
But one question remained.
Why Lena?
Why this woman?
Why would Victoria risk everything to hurt someone she had never met?
The answer was hidden in the past.
A past Vincent had spent years trying to forget.
Twenty years earlier.
The Moretti family was nothing but a name people feared.
Not because they were powerful.
Because they were survivors.
Vincent and Victoria grew up learning one rule:
Trust was expensive.
Love was dangerous.
And weakness was something enemies used against you.
Their father had taught them both the same lesson.
“Never protect something you cannot afford to lose.”
Vincent believed that.
Until the night he met Lena.
The next morning, Lena woke up to find something unexpected.
Flowers.
Not expensive roses.
Not some dramatic gift.
Just a small bouquet of white flowers sitting beside her bed.
A simple card was attached.
For someone who forgot she deserved kindness.
No signature.
But she knew.
She looked toward the door.
Vincent stood there.
“You didn't have to do that.”
He walked inside.
“I know.”
She looked confused.
“Then why?”
“Because I wanted to.”
Those words were unfamiliar.
Lena had spent years with someone who only did things when he wanted something in return.
Kindness without a price felt strange.
Almost impossible.
The doctor entered a few minutes later.
“Good news.”
Lena looked up.
“The surgery went well. Your recovery should be complete.”
She smiled faintly.
For the first time in days, she felt something close to relief.
Then the doctor continued.
“But there is something we need to discuss.”
Her smile disappeared.
“The previous injuries.”
Vincent's expression changed.
The doctor looked at Lena.
“You should consider speaking with someone.”
A therapist.
A counselor.
Someone who could help.
Lena looked down.
“I’m fine.”
Vincent immediately noticed.
The automatic answer.
The answer survivors gave when they weren't okay.
The answer they learned to say because nobody listened anyway.
The doctor left.
Silence filled the room.
“You always say that.”
Lena looked at Vincent.
“What?”
“That you're fine.”
She looked away.
“Because I am.”
“No.”
His voice was gentle.
“But you’re trying to become fine.”
That sentence broke through her defenses.
Her eyes filled.
“I don’t know who I am anymore.”
Vincent stayed quiet.
She continued.
“I spent so long trying to keep him happy.”
A tear rolled down her cheek.
“I forgot what I wanted.”
Vincent looked at her.
And for the first time…
He didn't see the waitress from the diner.
He didn't see a victim.
He saw a woman who had survived something that should have destroyed her.
“You survived.”
She looked at him.
“That’s not enough.”
Vincent stepped closer.
“Yes.”
His voice was firm.
“It is.”
That afternoon, Vincent made a decision.
One that shocked everyone around him.
He moved Lena to a private residence owned by the Moretti family.
Not a mansion.
Not some gold-covered palace.
A quiet house outside the city.
Safe.
Protected.
Away from cameras.
Away from Daniel.
When Marco heard, he was surprised.
“Boss…”
Vincent looked at him.
“What?”
“You’ve never done this.”
“Done what?”
“Protected someone personally.”
Vincent said nothing.
Because Marco was right.
Vincent Moretti had protected businesses.
Allies.
Family members.
Entire organizations.
But never one person.
Not like this.
Meanwhile…
Daniel Cross was losing control.
He sat across from Victoria Moretti in her private office.
“She’s alive.”
Victoria looked up.
“Yes.”
“And Vincent took her.”
A slow smile appeared on Victoria's face.
“Exactly.”
Daniel frowned.
“I thought the plan was to destroy him.”
“It is.”
“Then why let him save her?”
Victoria leaned back.
“Because Vincent Moretti’s greatest strength has always been that he feels nothing.”
She placed a photograph on the table.
A picture of Vincent and Lena leaving the hospital.
“Now he feels something.”
Daniel studied the image.
“And that’s bad?”
Victoria smiled.
“For him?”
“Yes.”
She stood.
“Because a man like Vincent can survive losing money.”
She pointed at the picture.
“He can survive losing power.”
A pause.
“But he cannot survive losing the one person who reminds him he is still human.”
That night, Lena stood on the balcony of the safe house.
The city lights stretched beneath her.
For the first time in years…
Nobody was watching her.
Nobody was controlling her.
Nobody was telling her she wasn't enough.
Vincent stepped outside.
“You should sleep.”
She smiled slightly.
“You say that a lot.”
“Because you don't listen.”
A small laugh escaped her.
A real laugh.
Vincent stopped.
Because he realized something.
He had heard her cry.
He had heard her fear.
But this was the first time he heard her laugh.
And somehow…
That affected him more.
“You know,” Lena said quietly.
“I used to think powerful people were the scariest.”
Vincent looked at her.
“They're not.”
“No?”
She shook her head.
“The scariest people are the ones who make you believe you have no value.”
Vincent stared at her.
Because she had just described his entire childhood.
His entire life.
Maybe that was why he understood her.
Maybe that was why he couldn't walk away.
But neither of them noticed the small camera hidden across the street.
Someone was watching.
Someone was recording every moment.
A message was sent.
VICTORIA:
“He’s attached.”
A reply came seconds later.
“Then the plan worked.”
Victoria smiled.
“Now we take away the only thing he cares about.”
Inside the safe house, Vincent's phone rang.
He answered.
“Talk.”
Marco's voice was urgent.
“Boss.”
A pause.
“We found the real reason Daniel targeted Lena.”
Vincent's expression changed.
“What reason?”
Marco lowered his voice.
“Lena isn't just a random waitress.”
Silence.
“She has a connection to your family.”
Vincent froze.
“What did you say?”
Marco continued.
“The black card you gave her…”
A pause.
“Someone else had been looking for her long before you met her.”
Vincent looked toward Lena.
And for the first time…
He wondered if saving her wasn't a coincidence.
Maybe fate had placed her in his path.
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Maybe the broken waitress who called him for help…
Was connected to the Moretti family in a way neither of them understood.
