Chapter 5 - A Debt of Honor
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The front gates of the Moretti estate locked shut with a definitive, heavy clank.
The mansion fell into an eerie, echoing quiet that felt heavier than the storm of shouting that preceded it.
Michael sat at the head of the ruined table, his head buried in his hands.
Luca walked over to his younger brother, placing a heavy, protective hand on his shoulder.
“It's over, Michael,” Luca said gently.
“She won't touch you ever again.”
Michael looked up, his eyes red with unshed tears of betrayal.
“I almost believed her, Luca.”
“She came to me yesterday with forged ledgers bearing my signature.”
“She swore that you were going to have me eliminated because you thought I was skimming off the top.”
“I was so terrified that I actually packed a bag.”
Luca’s jaw clenched so hard the muscles jumped beneath his skin.
“I would burn this entire city to ash before I ever harmed a single hair on your head, brother.”
“Remember that the next time someone tries to put poison in your ear.”
Michael nodded slowly, letting out a long, shuddering breath.
Then both brothers turned their attention toward me.
I immediately looked down at the floor, suddenly acutely aware of how disheveled and stained I looked.
The cheap cotton of my maid uniform was soaked in crimson wine, clinging cold and damp against my skin.
My dark hair had come loose from its neat bun during the chaos, spilling over my shoulders.
“Emily,” Luca called out softly.
I took two cautious steps forward, keeping my eyes fixed on the intricate patterns of the Persian rug.
“Yes, Mr. Moretti?”
“Look at me,” he instructed.
I lifted my head and met his dark, intense gaze.
There was no anger in his eyes now; instead, there was an intensity of focus that made my heart flutter against my ribs.
“You risked everything tonight,” Luca observed, his eyes taking in the wine stains on my uniform.
“You could have kept quiet, watched Michael get taken away, and kept your employment without consequence.”
“Why did you speak up?”
I took a deep breath, thinking of my mother’s tiny apartment and the quiet values she had raised me with.
“Because loyalty isn't something you only practice when it's safe, sir,” I said quietly.
“My grandmother always taught me that if you see an evil being done and say nothing, your silence is an endorsement.”
“Your brother didn't deserve that betrayal, and neither did you.”
Michael looked at me with profound gratitude, standing up to bow his head slightly in my direction.
Luca stepped closer until he was standing directly in front of me.
He reached out, his warm, calloused fingers gently lifting the hem of my ruined collar.
“You will never wear a maid’s uniform in this house again,” Luca stated with absolute finality.
My stomach plummeted into my shoes.
“Mr. Moretti... please,” I whispered, panic rising in my throat.
“My mother is in kidney failure. Her dialysis treatments cost four thousand dollars a month.”
“If you fire me, we won't be able to pay the clinic next week.”
Luca’s expression shifted instantly from cold authority to deep, profound remorse.
“I am not firing you, Emily,” he said, his voice dropping into a gentle cadence.
“I am promoting you.”
“Tomorrow morning, your mother will be transferred to Northwestern Memorial Hospital under my private account.”
“The best nephrologists in the country will handle her care, and every bill will be settled permanently.”
Tears welled up in my eyes, spilling over my eyelashes before I could stop them.
“Sir... that's too much. I can't possibly repay that.”
“You already paid for it tonight when you saved my brother's life,” Luca said firmly.
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“Starting tomorrow, you are my personal translator, executive assistant, and confidential advisor.”
“And nobody under my roof will ever disrespect you again.”
