Long before the mansion, the power, and the cold control, Mr. Moretti had known love once. Maria was unlike anyone he had ever met sharp, clever, with a fire that matched his own.
Their marriage was… complicated. Two strong wills in a world that demanded compromise. But for a time, it worked. She brought light to the man who had only known order, business, and the endless weight of responsibility.
Then she was gone. Taken by fate, illness.. it didn't matter now. All that remained was their daughter, Mira. The only spark left of the woman who had once softened the shadows in his life.
Since that day, Moretti's world had been colder, sharper, and darker. Mira became his world his only anchor to what he had lost, and the only piece of Maria he could still hold onto.
"Because she was too weak to carry a child " that's what people around him said and made his blood boil
People had whispered about her, even behind closed doors. "She's too fragile… too weak… she won't survive carrying his child." They said it with cruel smiles, as if predicting tragedy was a sport. Those words reached him, pierced him, and yet he did nothing to stop the inevitable.
Maria had been strong in ways they couldn't see — fierce, clever, full of life. But when she was with child, the world became harsher than ever. And when she passed, some said it was fate. Others, whispered blame. He knew, though…
deep inside, that it had been his fault. He never stopped blaming himself for it. Perhaps if he had acted differently, if he had protected her more… she would still be alive.
Since that day, he had carried her memory like a shadow over his heart. Every decision he made, every move, every word spoke, he explained himself constantly, in his own mind. It was his fault, he told himself, and no one would ever get close enough to Mira to risk losing her, not if he could help it.
He loves Mira more than anything and he would do anything to protect her.
And after Marais loss? He was even more emotionless than before meeting her