My name is Marco Moretti.
At the age of twenty-six, I destroyed my own life with my own hands.
From childhood, I lived in my father's shadow. Everyone said I was Don Moretti's son, that everything I had came from him. No one saw my efforts; no one truly cared who Marco was.
Until I met Elena.
Her eyes were only for me. She understood me. She supported me. But at twenty-six, everything changed.
I met Isabella.
She was beautiful, fragile, like a little bird needing protection. She stirred my instinct to protect as a man. My friends warned me: have a fling, but don't take it seriously.
But Isabella said that if I couldn't give her a proper place in my life, she'd be snatched away by another man.
So, at her urging, I made the most foolish decision of my life. I leveraged my family's re
