The second day of the conference was nearly over, and Aria found herself seated near the back of one of the larger lecture halls, half-listening to a talk on innovation and A.I or something. The words, though important, floated over her head, blending with the low hum of conversation that seeped in from the corridor. Her phone rested on her lap, lighting up with message after message.
She wasn’t naïve—she knew her name carried weight in this world. Being a Moretti meant that people recognized her, whispered her name, fawned over her presence. It was a legacy built not just on wealth but on power, centuries of it. And though she’d risen to prominence in her own right as the CEO of the family empire, there were times like this, sitting alone in a crowd, where the trappings of her name felt
