The truth about the twins
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The morning sun poured through the tall windows of Damiano’s private study, casting long golden strips across the polished mahogany desk. He sat in a high-backed leather chair, still wearing the fresh bandages beneath his crisp black shirt, a glass of espresso untouched beside him. The estate was quiet except for the soft click of the door opening.
One of his most trusted guards stepped inside, a thick folder in his hands.
“Boss,” the guard said respectfully, placing the folder on the desk, “here’s what you asked for. Everything on the girl who saved you last night. Elena.”
Damiano leaned back slowly, wincing only a little from the pull in his stomach.
“Read it to me,” he ordered. “Start from the beginning. I want every detail.”
The guard opened the folder and cleared his throat.
“Elena was born at Mercy General Hospital on April 10, 2008. She is exactly eighteen years old today.”
Damiano’s eyes sharpened.
“Go on.”
The guard continued, voice steady.
“She is a twin. According to the hospital records, there were two sets of twins born on the same day to two brothers from the Moretti family.”
Damiano lifted an eyebrow.
“A twin?”
The guard nodded.
“Yes, Boss. The first set Lucia and Valentina are the daughters of Giorgio Moretti. The second set Elena and Elisa are the daughters of his older brother, Vittorio Moretti.”
Damiano sat up straighter, ignoring the sharp sting in his side.
The guard kept reading.
“According to the sealed recordings, a switch was done by the doctor on duty that night. Elisa was swapped with one of Giorgio’s daughters—Lucia. Giorgio then ordered the hospital staff to kill both Elena and Lucia one of his own blood and one of his brother’s. He wanted them gone.”
Damiano’s expression darkened.
The guard swallowed but continued.
“The staff could not bring themselves to do it. They ran away with the babies instead. Giorgio deliberately announced to the public that his own daughters had died at birth. He claimed his brother’s daughters were now in his custody. He did it to gain sympathy and to cover up his crime. The real reason he kept Elisa was so he could sign over Vittorio’s entire properties to her when she came of age. He planned to control the whole Moretti empire through her.”
Damiano’s eyes widened slightly, but he said nothing yet.
The guard flipped the page.
“The lady who saved you is Elena Moretti the rightful heir to the Moretti empire. She was adopted by the DeLuca family at age eight from the orphanage. They treated her like a slave for ten years forced her to work five jobs, denied her schooling, beat her, starved her when she got sick, and finally threw her out into the rain last night with nothing but a broken suitcase after she dared to speak the truth about how they had abused her. That is why she was walking the streets when she found you.”
Damiano leaned forward, a slow smile spreading across his face.
“Woah,” he said quietly. “So Giorgio can play such dirty games. What a man.”
He tapped his fingers on the desk once.
“He thinks they are dead, right?”
The guard nodded.
“Yes, Boss. That is what the public record says. Everyone believes the twins died eighteen years ago.”
Damiano’s smile turned sharp.
“Well… I have to do something then.”
He turned to the two guards standing by the door.
“I want you to find a way to take pictures of both Lucia and Elena. Clear, recent photos. Do it discreetly today.”
One of the guards hesitated.
“Boss… may I ask why?”
Damiano smiled devilishly.
“After you get their pictures, go to all the major news outlets. Announce that Giorgio Moretti’s daughters who he thought died eighteen years ago after birth did not truly die. They are alive and have been living in a small orphanage all this time.”
The guard’s eyes widened in shock.
“But Boss”
Damiano looked at him calmly.
“Is the woman who ran away with them still alive?”
The guard checked the file quickly.
“No, Boss. She died the same year she ran away with the girls. Heart failure, according to the report.”
Damiano leaned back, satisfied.
“That is perfect. There is no one left to protect them. No one to contradict the story.”
He looked at his men, eyes gleaming with cold amusement.
“I want to see how Giorgio will handle this when the whole world learns his precious lie has been walking around in an orphanage for eighteen years.”
The guards exchanged a quick glance but nodded.
“Yes, Boss. We’ll handle it immediately.”
Damiano picked up his espresso and took a slow sip, the faint smile still playing on his lips.
“Make sure the photos are good,” he added. “I want the world to see their faces clearly. Elena saved my life. The least I can do is return the favor… in my own way.”
The guard closed the folder.
“Anything else, Boss?”
Damiano set the cup down.
“No. Get it done.”
As the men left the room, Damiano stared at the closed folder, his mind already turning.
He whispered to himself, almost amused.
“Elena Moretti… the rightful heir. Interesting.”
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