Vincent's eyes fluttered open slowly. He grimaced as he tried to comprehend his surroundings, struggling to sit up on the bed he was lying on.
“Sir, you are badly injured. Don’t stress yourself up,” said a man who wore an expression of concern. He was seated in a chair close to Vincent’s bed. Why was this man calling him? And why was this man calling him, sir? Vincent mused. " Who are you? Where am I?" Vincent's brow furrowed in confusion, finally managing to sit upright as he turned towards the man who addressed him. A crisp black suit adorned the man. " I remember being in prison, how did I get here? Is this Alessandro's doing again,” Vincent questioned, as if trying to point out something. "I apologize for not introducing myself sooner. I'm Luca Marchetti, your late father's butler," the man disclosed with a stern gaze on Vincent, whose face turned into a confused expression. " Father? You mean?..., I have been an orphan all through my life. I don't even have a vivid description of who you call my father?,"Vincent replied, still struggling to wrap his head around the information. Luca face turned pale immediately, a hint of sadness creeping into his eyes. " You won't know. It happened a long time ago." "What are you talking about?" Vincent pressed, feigning a confused look. " About twenty years ago, your parents, Alberto Moretti and Emiliano Moretti, were involved in a fatal car accident on their way back from a family event. You were also in the vehicle but disappeared without a trace." Luca’s voice was steady, but his eyes glistened with unshed tears. "After that accident occurred, only your parents’ bodies were found lying lifelessly at the scene. No one knows how you survive or where you went. When your body wasn’t found, I refused to believe you had perished. Since that day, I’ve been searching tirelessly for the missing heir of the Moretti family, "Luca narrated, pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping at his glistening eyes. "I grew up in an orphanage. I have no memories of this. How can you be so sure I’m this heir you’re looking for?" Vincent queried. He couldn't bring himself to believe that he had a family once, having lived a life without them. "You truly are the rightful heir of the Moretti family heavy sigh escaped Luca's lips as he gave Vincent a stern yet pitiful glare. "This is something to refute your belief. I hope the evidence I present convinces you," Luca stated with confidence, as he handed Vincent a leather-bound folder. "Inside the folder, you’ll find your birth certificate, which clearly states your name as Vincenzo Moretti. And there are also photographs included of you as a child, with your parents,"he explained. "How can I be sure that these aren't forged?" he asked skeptically. “You expect me to believe all this just like that?” Vincent chuckled incredulously, dismissing the folder to the side of his hospital bed. "Convincing a Moretti was never going to be easy," Luca lamented, running a hand through his grey hair in frustration. " Is there anyone outside?" he called out in a loud voice. "Yes, sir," a man entered the room, dressed in an all-black suit that paled in comparison to the one Luca wore. He was clearly a bodyguard. "Get me the doctor," Luca instructed "Right away, sir." The bodyguard bowed and quickly left to fulfil his task. A few minutes later, he returned with the doctor in tow. "Are the test results ready, doctor?" Luca inquired as he turned to face him. "Ye...." The doctor started to answer before being interrupted by Vincent's questioning gaze. "What test results?" Vincent interjected, still wearing his confused expression. "Oh, sorry for not notifying you beforehand," Luca apologized, giving Vincent an apologetic look. "We conducted a DNA test to prove that you are the true heir of the most influential Italian family in all of Italy. While you were unconscious, the doctor took a sample of your blood and compared it with a sample we had from your late parents." "Ooh!" Vincent blinked in surprise. "And... did the test confirm that I am indeed the heir of the Moretti family?" he questioned tentatively, still unsure if he could believe this man's words. “The test results are ready and confirm beyond any doubt that you are the biological son of Alberto and Emiliano Moretti. The match is conclusive,” the doctor announced with certainty and left the room afterwards. A smile spread across Luca's face at the confirmation. "I was right all along," he laughed with joy. "You truly are Vincenzo Moretti, the heir of the master I served." Immediately, Vincent felt chills run down his spine. Is it possible that he is truly the long-lost heir of this powerful family? What he had initially dismissed as a joke was now becoming a frightening reality. He reached for the folder, which he had initially dismissed at his bedside, and quickly opened it. The first thing he saw was a photograph of a smiling couple with a young boy between them. His breath caught in his throat as he felt a strange familiarity, a connection he couldn’t explain, tears welling up in his eyes at the sight of photos of him and his late parents. The connection was undeniable. “Argh!" Vincent shouted, clutching his head as memories flooded his mind. These were really his biological parents, and all the evidence in front of him proved it - the birth certificate, the DNA test results, and the photos. He was indeed the lost heir who had now been found. "Easy there, young master," Luca said gently, standing up to adjust Vincent's position on the hospital bed, making him more comfortable. "Don't think about it too much for now. With time, you will come to accept it," the butler added. Vincent let out a heavy sigh as he attempted to process everything that had just been revealed to him. "How did you manage to find me?" he finally asked, meeting Luca's smiling gaze. "I received a tip-off that you were somewhere in New York and also came across a published article that led me to you, young master," Luca explained, maintaining the stern gaze. "Is the 'young master' really necessary?" Vincent muttered while Luca chuckled softly but didn’t answer, and surprisingly, Vincent didn't seem bothered by the lack of response. After a pause, Vincent broke the silence again. "How long have I been here?" "Three days, sir. You were unconscious for three whole days. According to the doctor, it will take a few more days for you to fully recover if you follow the prescribed medication. And by tomorrow, you will be discharged from the hospital," Luca revealed with a slight sigh. "Earlier, you mentioned something about this being the work of... what was his name again?" Luca continued as he stood up from his chair and paced around the room. "Alessandro, " Vincent spat out bitterly. "Ah yes, Alessandro," Luca repeated. "Was he the reason you were locked up in that penitentiary?" "Yes. He was the one who made my life into a living hell. He took everything from me. If you hadn’t intervened, who knows how long he would have kept me locked away in that firepit they call prison," Vincent seethed, clenching his fists tightly. His face twisted into an angry expression at the mere thought of Alessandro. “I’m deeply sorry you had to endure such hardship when you lived as Vincent,” Luca said sympathetically, bowing his head slightly. "I deserve to be punished for not realizing you sooner. I’m truly sorry." Vincent nodded solemnly. "How did you manage to secure my release?" Vincent asked, genuinely curious. Luca feigned a smile and returned to his seat. "That's the power of the Moretti family." “How much power does the Moretti family hold?" Vincent inquired. "The Moretti family holds more power than you can imagine. The family is one of the wealthiest and most influential families in all of Italy, with immense wealth from various sectors. That's why we needed to find the true heir who would handle and manage the fortune properly. Your inheritance, valued at a trillion dollars, is waiting for you," Luca disclosed, causing Vincent's jaw to drop in shock."Wh-what?" Vincent stammered. " Yes, sir," Luca affirmed with a respectful nod. Oh my God," Vincent breathed. "No wonder you were able to secure my release so easily. I was wondering how you managed to get me out of that jail - the most brutal one at that." He turned to Luca with wide eyes. "So you're saying I'm an heir to a $1 trillion worth of inheritance?" Luca nodded solemnly. "Yes, sir. We just need you to fully recover so we can travel back to Italy and begin the legal proceedings for your inheritance. And also for you to exercise your new title as the head of the Moretti group and introduce you to the rest of the group," Luca explained, watching as Vincent's expression turned cold. "No, not yet. Not until I deal with those who made me suffer," Vincent seethed, his eyes locking onto Luca’s. Vincent had an undying desire to make his enemies pay, especially Alessandro Bianchi. He wouldn't spare him - he must make him and all others who contributed to his downfall pay for the
" Where's the young master, Madam Clara?" Luca asked, his voice tinged with concern as he hurried down the grand staircase after checking Vincent's room. " He should be in his room. Have you checked there?" Madam Clara replied, standing resolutely in the sitting room, preparing to start her morning chores. "Do you think I'd be asking if I hadn't checked? I knocked on his door several times, but there was no response. When I went in, his room was empty," Luca explained frantically. "He's nowhere to be found. The young master hasn’t still fully recovered. I hope he's okay." "The last time I saw him was last night. He might have gone out for a walk. Did you check the outside area as well?" Madam Clara asked, meeting Luca's anxious gaze. "I did, but he didn't notify me if he went out," Luca replied with a sigh. "Damn it! If he went out, that means he's out there alone. If anyone knows about his true identity, they could hurt him. His safety is my priority. I can't afford to fail in h
"Young Master," Luca called out after spotting Vincent, who was completely engrossed by the whole scenario. Luca's face bore a worried expression as he swiftly made his way towards Vincent, drawing the attention of everyone in the boutique who wondered who he was addressing. As he neared Vincent, the manager hurried over to him."Welcome, Mr. Marchetti," she greeted with a warm smile, momentarily diverting attention from Vincent. She recognized Luca immediately; when Vincent's late father, the former head of the Moretti Group, stayed in New York during his holidays, it was Luca who had assisted him with all his clothing needs at this very boutique. Luca managed a small smile in response to the manager's greeting before proceeding towards Vincent, who stood calmly. The eyes of every person in the room followed Luca, their gazes filled with curiosity as he approached Vincent. "Young Master," Luca said with a sigh of relief, "I've been so worried about you. We've been searching tirele
As the sleek black car pulled up to the grand mansion, Vincent stepped out first, followed closely by Luca. With a troubled expression on his face, Vincent strode down the hallway towards the mansion entrance. The scene that had ensued at the boutique earlier still lingered in his mind, especially since it involved his ex-wife. Luca let out a sigh as he followed behind his boss, knowing all too well the thoughts swirling in his boss mind. Vincent opened the giant door that led into the sitting room area, where a stunningly beautiful woman with piercing eyes caught his attention. Her curves were accentuated by her perfectly tailored clothes. She stood up from where she sat when she noticed Vincent arrive. Vincent paused mid-step, surprised by this unexpected guest. He turned to look at Luca with a questioning gaze. "This is the urgent matter you needed me to attend to?" Vincent asked, gesturing to the beautiful woman. “Yes, young master. She's Bianca Lombardi, the daughter o
"Do you know him?" Vincent's voice held a note of surprise, his piercing gaze locking onto Bianca."Of course I do. It was all over the news when he won the Bianchi Finance case after being sued for fraud," Bianca replied, her voice feigned a hint of curiosity. "I was the lawyer who handled that case," he said, standing up and walking to the window with his hands in his pockets. The memory is clearly still raw. "Even though I lost, I’m certain Alessandro used his influence to manipulate the court."Bianca watched him intently, her eyes following every of his step. "So, that’s why you hold this grudge against him," she observed quietly.Vincent let out a bitter laugh, his eyes fixed on the distant horizon. "It wasn’t just the case. After what he did with my wife, I was relentless in my pursuit of revenge. But he was a step ahead. He knew my plans, and he cut me off—by sending me to jail.""I'm sorry for all you've been through, Young Master," Bianca said, her eyes filled with sympathy
"It's the family's attorney, Mr. Pietro Lombardi—Bianca’s father, the man I told you about," Luca said, stretching the tablet toward Vincent. "He’s requesting a video call."Vincent's face showed his disapproval at the mention of speaking to this older man. He wasn't ready to speak to this man just yet, despite all the good things Luca had shared about him. Luca had explained how Mr. Pietro Lombardi had been a loyal and trusted ally of the Moretti family for decades, overseeing their legal affairs, properties, and businesses. Mr. Pietro had been like a brother to Vincent's father, Alberto Moretti.Before his death, Alberto had entrusted Pietro with the responsibility of delivering his will to Vincent. It was as if Alberto had foreseen his own demise and made this move to protect the Moretti empire from the vultures within the family. He knew he had many enemies, and Pietro was the safeguard of his life's work.With a resigned nod, Vincent took the tablet and swiped to accept the call
“Hmm... Alessandro is from Italy,” Bianca began, glaring at Vincent, who was engrossed in the paperwork before him. “He attended school and earned his degree in America.” “America? Why not Italy?” Vincent raised his head, shifting his gaze from the files to meet hers. “His father was an influential man who valued education highly. He believed that studying in America would provide his sons with a broader perspective and better opportunities. That’s why he made Alessandro and his elder brother study in a different country. His father was the one who initially owned Bianchi fiance, but Alessandro became the owner of his elder brother’s untimely death. The tragedy struck on the very day the elder brother was to take over the company. Their father couldn’t bear the loss and died of a heart attack shortly after.” “Alessandro had an elder brother?” Vincent’s brow furrowed, a puzzled expression crossing his face. He wondered why he didn't know of this. From all the documents he had gone
Anthony swallowed hard as he shifted his gaze to Vincent, who had just settled back into his seat with a serious expression.“I—I,” he stammered and pressed his lips together. Vincent’s eyes bore into him. "Relax, Anthony," he said, patting the man's shoulder. "I don’t have anything on you. I just want to know about your relationship with him.”Anthony exhaled as tension left his body like air from a punctured balloon. The relief in his eyes was palpable—he had thought he was in serious trouble. He didn't want to get on the bad side of his boss. But after hearing Vincent’s words, he realized that his boss wasn’t considering him as the problem.“Yes, I know him,” Anthony replied, his voice regaining some confidence. “Alessandro Bianchi, He's a business associate. We’ve worked together for years.”Vincent’s eyes narrowed as he turned to exchange a meaningful look with Luca, silently confirming that Bianca’s intel was right. "What do you know about him?""Is there a problem, Mr. Moretti