The Moretti Family’s Useless Eighth Daughter Was Actually a Hidden Powerhouse Chapter 05

The Moretti Family’s Useless Eighth Daughter Was Actually a Hidden Powerhouse Chapter 05

“If someone has to lose a hand, take mine.”

Lorenzo suddenly pushed through the crowd.

Usually the gentlest of us, Lorenzo was a university professor who spoke softly to everyone. Now he looked like a different man.

He shoved away the bodyguard holding Alessandro down and slapped his own left hand onto the cutting board.

“Don’t touch Alessandro.”

“Lorenzo, are you out of your mind? You still have experiments to run and papers to write.”

Nico rushed over with red-rimmed eyes.

“Let me do it. I race cars. I can still work the pedals with one hand.”

Several of them started arguing in front of the cutting board.

They weren’t fighting over money or inheritance. They were fighting over who would take the blade for the others.

My father shouted their names in near despair.

My mother had collapsed onto the floor, sobbing too hard to speak.

Damian sat at the head of the table, enjoying the complete destruction of the Moretti family.

The eight rival representatives whispered among themselves, their contemptuous smiles making it clear they were enjoying the show.

I stood quietly in the corner and watched.

Something I had buried for years stirred.

I had pretended to be worthless for more than a decade because I truly didn’t want to be dragged into power struggles, schemes, negotiations, or endless bargaining over money and power.

My previous life had been exhausting enough.

This time, I only wanted to be a wealthy heiress living off the family trust and doing absolutely nothing.

But now my brothers, the same men who usually wanted to drag me off the sofa and force me to study, were lining up to lose a hand for one another.

If they all ended up disabled, how was I supposed to keep doing nothing?

And if the Moretti family fell today, was I really supposed to live on Damian’s 10 M trust?

Sorry, but that wasn’t nearly enough.

The one thing I hated most was people interrupting my peaceful life.

The countdown ended.

The gentle smile disappeared from Damian’s face.

“Since you’re all so devoted to one another, let’s give you something to remember this by.”

Several bodyguards drew expandable batons at the same time and prepared to force the Moretti brothers down.

I sighed and gently set my vintage game console back on the sofa.

Click.

The sound was quiet, but it was like pressing a switch that had been asleep for a very long time.

The vocabulary of fifty-eight languages, business models, negotiation strategies, capital structures, and hand-to-hand combat came flooding back. So did every habit I’d formed while controlling a global business empire in my previous life.

I stepped out of the last row.

I passed my crying parents, Matteo pinned to the floor, and the red-eyed brothers fighting for a place in front of the cutting board. Then I walked straight to the conference table.

I pulled out the leather chair across from Damian and sat down.

Everyone stopped.

The bodyguards froze with their hands in midair.

My brothers stared at me in shock.

Damian frowned. For the first time, clear impatience appeared in his eyes.

“Alessia, what the heck are you doing?”

Alessandro lowered his voice and reached for me, apparently trying to pull me back.

I ignored him.

I folded my hands and rested my elbows lightly on the table.

I let my gaze pass over the eight rival representatives, one face at a time.

I smiled faintly and addressed the older man from Sicily on the far left in flawless Sicilian dialect:

“Don Salvatore of Palermo.”

Then I turned to the second man and switched to crisp British English.

“Old George of London.”

My gaze settled on the third man. My French was smooth and elegant.

“Clément of Marseille.”

Finally, I looked at the representative from Germany. My German was as precise as a blade.

“Heinrich of Munich.”

Four sentences. Four languages. Not even half a second of hesitation.

Four names no outsider should have known suddenly sat between us.

The room went dead still.

I watched their faces change and let my smile deepen.

“So tell me. Are those four old gentlemen still alive?”