Dante’s POV
The sound of my phone wakes me before the light does. It’s been buzzing nonstop since dawn messages, alerts, missed calls. I don’t move for a minute. Just stare at the ceiling, trying to breathe through the weight in my chest.
When I finally reach for the phone, the screen is full of headlines.
“Moretti Family Responds to Rumours.”
“Dante Moretti’s Girlfriend Praised by Company Spokesperson.”
“Sera Carillo: Grace Under Fire.”
My throat tightens. The first line of the article reads, ‘In a rare statement, the Moretti family expresses admiration for Ms Carillo’s dignity in handling media attention, calling her a shining example of integrity and class.’
They turned her strength into a weapon.
The locker room’s quieter than usual when I walk in. A few guys nod, most don’t. T
