The Moretti Family’s Useless Eighth Daughter Was Actually a Hidden Powerhouse Chapter 10

The Moretti Family’s Useless Eighth Daughter Was Actually a Hidden Powerhouse Chapter 10

The sharp blade spun once between my fingers, a silver butterfly.

In my previous life, I had run the world’s largest financial empire.

From that position, I’d crushed more schemes than I could count.

A scheme like Damian’s wouldn’t even have earned my personal attention back then.

Thud.

Damian slid out of his chair and dropped to both knees on the carpet.

He crawled toward my father and wrapped both arms around Vittorio’s leg.

“Don Vittorio, Vittorio, I was out of my mind. Please, for the sake of the business relationship you once had

with my father, give me one chance. I don’t want Moretti Holdings anymore. I’ll unwind every short position

right now.”

He cried without a shred of dignity. There was no trace left of the man who had been so certain of victory.

My father looked down at him without a hint of sympathy, only ice–cold indifference.

Just minutes ago, Damian had been ordering his seven sons to line up and lose their hands.

He hadn’t cared then about any old friendship between their families.

“Let go.”

Enzo kicked Damian in the shoulder and knocked him away.

Damian rolled twice across the floor and clutched his shoulder.

At last, he looked back at me.

Only then did he understand.

The person who decided how this ended wasn’t Vittorio or Alessandro. It was me.

The useless heiress New York’s entire underworld had mocked for more than a decade.

“Miss Moretti, please.”

Damian’s voice dropped completely.

“If you let me go, I’ll give you my three wineries in Tuscany and Bordeaux, plus the two hundred million

dollars in my Swiss accounts. All of it.”

He wanted to buy his life.

The blade in my hand finally stopped moving.

I walked over to him and crouched down.

The back of the blade tapped his sweat–slicked cheek.

The cold touch made him jerk.

“Two hundred million dollars. Is that supposed to impress me?”

I looked into his eyes, my voice calm.

“A moment ago, you offered ten million dollars to keep your canary comfortable. Now two hundred million is

enough to buy your own safe exit?”

I smiled.

“Damian, so that’s all you think your life is worth?”

His pupils visibly contracted.

For the first time, he saw in my eyes the coldness of someone who stood above him.

It wasn’t the look a sheltered heiress in her twenties should have had.

I stood and casually drove the surgical blade into the wooden file stand beside me.

The blade lodged in the wood, and the handle trembled softly.

In the end, I didn’t touch his hand.

It was too dirty.

I pulled out my phone and called the tip line for the federal financial–crimes unit.

“I’d like to submit evidence under my real name. It concerns Falcone Holdings‘ cross–border money

laundering, securities fraud, malicious market manipulation, and forged corporate authorization documents.

The complete package has already been encrypted and sent to your secure intake mailbox.”

After I hung up, I looked down at Damian sprawled on the floor.

“Sorry, but I have no interest in taking out someone else’s trash. You can spend the rest of your time in

federal prison.”

Ten minutes later, sirens sounded below.

By the time Damian was handcuffed and led away, he had completely broken down.

He kept looking back at me, repeating one word over and over.

“Monster.”

Federal investigators also took away the overseas representatives suspected of securities manipulation and financial fraud for questioning.

No matter how powerful the families behind them were, they couldn’t pretend nothing had happened with a

complete financial trail already on record.

The top–floor conference room finally went quiet again.

Only now, the silence felt strange.

Enzo motioned for the security personnel to leave.

The doors closed behind them.

Only the Moretti family remained in the room.