The Woman Who Delivered the Bride
Chapter 03 - The Woman Who Delivered the Bride
Teresa Bellini arrived at six in the morning with two police detectives.
That surprised Luca.
It surprised Vanessa more.
She sat in the breakfast room wearing the same red dress from the engagement party, though the elegance had gone out of it.
Her hair was loosening.
Her makeup had faded beneath her eyes.
She looked younger.
Not kinder.
Teresa entered without greeting her niece.
She looked first at me.
“How bad is the hand?”
I lifted the bandage.
“I’ll live.”
Her mouth tightened.
“I’m sorry.”
Vanessa laughed.
“For what? Dragging a servant into your revenge fantasy?”
Teresa finally looked at her.
“I tried to keep her out of it.”
“You hid evidence inside my engagement cake.”
“Yes.”
“Like a lunatic.”
“Like someone who knew you searched bags.”
The detectives watched silently.
Luca stood near the fireplace.
“Where is Anna?”
Teresa looked at him.
“I don’t know anymore.”
“You knew yesterday.”
“I knew a motel.”
“She left before Daniel arrived.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I warned her.”
Luca’s expression sharpened.
“About Daniel?”
“No.”
Teresa looked toward the hallway.
“About your lawyer.”
Adrian Cole had served as Luca’s attorney for eleven years.
The man in Anna’s video.
The man photographed beside Vanessa outside a hotel.
Luca called him immediately.
No answer.
Daniel called his office.
Empty.
His home.
Empty.
At 7:12, federal agents arrived.
That was when I understood the story had become bigger than family scandal.
Teresa had already gone to them.
She spent four years collecting evidence.
Vanessa’s father, Carlo Bellini, had entered a business arrangement with Adrian Cole to transfer Moretti assets through trusts and shell companies after Luca married Vanessa.
The marriage mattered.
So did a child.
Under an old Moretti family trust, if Luca died without a biological or legally recognized heir, control of certain legitimate businesses passed to Michael.
If Michael died, they passed to Michael’s children.
If Michael had no recognized child, voting control reverted to a spouse of Luca for ten years before secondary heirs could challenge it.
I listened from the hall while a federal attorney explained.
Rich people had invented a treasure map written in legal language.
Vanessa needed Luca married.
And she needed Michael’s baby either hidden or legally absorbed into her household.
Anna’s accusation suddenly made sense.
Vanessa offered to buy the baby before birth.
Not because she wanted motherhood.
Because an adopted Moretti heir raised as Vanessa and Luca’s child could become a weapon in court.
Luca sat down slowly.
“Michael found out.”
Teresa nodded.
“He found the draft trust petitions.”
“And Vanessa took him?”
Teresa looked at her niece.
Vanessa smiled coldly.
“You people keep talking like I personally dragged him into a van.”
Luca moved toward her.
The federal attorney stepped between them.
That seemed to amuse Vanessa.
“What happened to my brother?”
She looked at Luca.
“You really want to know?”
“Yes.”
“Michael was weak.”
Luca’s hand tightened.
Vanessa continued.
“He found Adrian’s paperwork. He confronted me. I told him he misunderstood.”
“Did he?”
“No.”
“Where is he?”
“I don’t know.”
Luca laughed once.
No humor.
Vanessa’s eyes flickered.
He had heard the lie.
So had I.
Teresa said, “Ask her about the boathouse.”
Vanessa’s face went blank.
There it was.
A place.
Federal agents searched the Moretti boathouse forty minutes north on the lake.
Inside, they found blood.
Old.
A broken watch.
Michael’s.
And a chair bolted to the floor.
Luca returned to the mansion carrying the watch in an evidence bag.
I was in the breakfast room pouring coffee because apparently people still needed coffee during criminal conspiracies.
Vanessa looked at me.
“You enjoy this?”
“No.”
“You think he respects you now?”
“I think he believes me.”
“That is not the same thing.”
“I know.”
She smiled.
“Good.”
Vanessa leaned closer.
“Men like Luca do not love women like you.”
I looked at her.
“I’m not trying to marry him.”
“Not yet.”
Something in her tone bothered me.
“You think this is about romance because everything is ownership to you.”
Her smile vanished.
She looked toward my injured hand.
“You should have taken the money.”
“There was no money.”
“There would have been.”
“For silence.”
“For your sister.”
My body went cold.
“What about my sister?”
Vanessa’s eyes sharpened.
“Emily Carter. Twenty-one. First-year nursing student at St. Joseph.”
I stopped breathing.
She knew too much.
“Tuition balance due Monday.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because Adrian knows everything about employees in this house.”
She sat back.
“You were never random, Lily.”
The room seemed to tilt.
“What does that mean?”
Vanessa smiled again.
“Ask Luca why you were hired.”
Then the front door opened.
Luca entered.
He looked exhausted.
He held Michael’s broken watch.
Vanessa’s smile disappeared.
Luca saw me standing there.
“What happened?”
I looked at him.
“Why was I hired?”
He frowned.
“What?”
“Vanessa says I wasn’t random.”
His expression changed.
Not guilt.
Recognition.
That was enough.
“You knew my name before I came here.”
Luca did not answer.
“Why?”
He looked toward Vanessa.
She smiled.
“Tell her.”
Luca’s voice was quiet.
“Your father worked for mine.”
I went still.
“My father was an accountant.”
“Yes.”
“Arthur Carter never mentioned the Morettis.”
“He was paid not to.”
Everything inside me changed.
Luca took one step closer.
“Lily, your father helped my father build the trust Vanessa is trying to steal.”
My burned hand throbbed beneath the bandage.
“And you hired me because of him?”
“No.”
He hesitated.
Then told the truth.
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“I hired you because before your father died, he left me a letter.”
And in that moment, I realized Vanessa was not the only person in the house who had known more about my life than I did.
