By noon, my name and his are everywhere.
Not in whispers.
In bold.
> **LUNA VALENTINE IS MRS. DANTE MORETTI**
> *Registry Leak Confirms Secret Marriage Between Pop Star and Alleged Crime Boss*
The certificate image is on every site.
Blurred in some places, full and uncensored in others.
My legal name looks wrong next to his in that stiff font, like someone copy‑pasted characters from two different stories into a single line.
“Valentina Rossi… Moretti,” I read under my breath, the words sticking.
Mia paces at the foot of my bed, phone pressed to her ear, another buzzing in her free hand.
“Yes, we saw it,” she says into the call. “No, there will be no comment at this time. Because you’ll twist whatever we say into whatever headline you’ve already drafted, that’s why.”
She
