Damiano Moretti

He — Damiano, a 29-year-old leader with a cool look and a reputation as a man no one stands against. In his world, fear is the currency and respect is the only legal word. He runs an empire that spans business and the underworld — successful, precise, ruthless. She — Isabella, 26 years old, tender, beautiful and eight months pregnant. His peace in the chaos, his only weakness. Although she lives in the shadow of his world, there is something in her eyes that even Damiano cannot tame—pure love. (8 months pregnant)It was about ten in the evening. The villa was sinking into silence, only the occasional noise from the yard revealed that life still existed outside. Isabella was sitting on the couch, in a light, translucent nightgown that shimmered slightly under the lamplight. The pregnant belly was barely visible under the cloth, and in front of her was a plate of food that the maid had left earlier. She ate slowly, with no real appetite, glancing occasionally towards the door. The moment the door opened, the peace in the room was shattered. Damiano entered — step firm, gaze cold, shoulders tense. His coat was hanging from one hand, while he unbuttoned the cuffs with the other. His face showed what he always tried to hide—the fatigue and anger that simmered in his chest. He didn't say anything. He just looked at her, like that, directly — as if he was looking for an answer to a question he hadn't asked yet.