Chapter 2 - THE BOARDING SCHOOL BROCHURE IN HER PURSE
“Vanessa… what exactly have you been telling my son will happen to him after Saturday?”
Luca’s voice didn’t rise.
It didn’t need to.
The quiet tone sent a visible shiver through the thirty-two guests sitting perfectly still at the engagement table.
Vanessa’s hands tightened around her napkin.
Her red silk gown suddenly looked less like a symbol of triumph and more like a target.
“I was only preparing him, Luca,” she whispered, glancing nervously at the wealthy onlookers. “Children need structure when a household changes.”
“Structure.”
“Yes.”
Luca didn’t blink.
He didn’t look at her hands.
He looked directly into her eyes.
“Does structure include packing his bedroom in secret?”
Vanessa swallowed hard. “It wasn’t a secret. I was going to tell you.”
“When?”
“After the wedding. When things were settled.”
“Settled.” Luca repeated the word as if tasting something bitter. He kept one hand firmly on Benjamin’s small shoulder. The nine-year-old boy was still trembling, clutching the wooden telescope his mother had brought him.
“Yes,” Vanessa insisted, her voice gaining a desperate edge. “Luca, you run an empire. You can’t be worried about school runs and bedtime stories every night. I was trying to help.”
Luca slowly extended his free hand.
“Give me your purse, Vanessa.”
The color drained entirely from her face.
“What?”
“Your purse. The silver one beside your chair. Hand it to me.”
“Luca, please, you’re embarrassing me in front of—”
“Hand it to me, or I will have Rachel take it from you.”
My breath caught in my throat.
Vanessa looked at me with pure venom, but she didn’t dare refuse him. With shaking fingers, she lifted the small silver clutch from the floor and placed it on the table.
Luca didn’t open it immediately.
He looked down at Benjamin.
“Buddy, I need you to go with Mrs. Carter to the kitchen for just a few minutes. Can you do that for me?”
Benjamin looked terrified. “Are you going to send me away, Daddy?”
My heart broke at the raw fear in his little voice.
“Never,” Luca said, kissing the boy’s forehead. “I promise you, Ben. No one is ever sending you away.”
Mrs. Carter gently led Benjamin through the service doors.
The moment the doors swung shut, the temperature in the room plummeted.
Luca unclasped the silver purse.
He reached inside and pulled out a glossy, heavy-stock pamphlet.
He threw it onto the center of the dining table.
It landed right next to the cut ribbon of the blue birthday balloon.
St. Jude’s Military Academy for Boys.
A boarding school in Switzerland.
A collective gasp echoed from the guests.
“You bought him a one-way ticket, didn’t you?” Luca’s voice was lethal.
Vanessa began to cry. “It’s a prestigious school! He would have the best education in the world! You told me I was going to be his stepmother, Luca. I was making maternal decisions!”
“Maternal decisions,” Luca echoed.
He opened the brochure.
A piece of paper slipped out.
It was a receipt for the deposit. Paid in full.
But it wasn’t what answered the question that shocked the room.
It was what opened the next mystery.
Luca stared at the receipt, his jaw tightening until the muscle ticked visibly beneath his skin.
He slowly turned the paper around so Vanessa could see it.
“If you made this decision…” Luca whispered dangerously. “Then why is Caroline’s signature on the bottom of this payment?”
Vanessa stopped crying.
She stared at the signature.
“Because she agreed to it,” Vanessa lied quickly. Too quickly. “She knows she can’t afford to raise him, Luca. She knows this is best.”
I stood frozen near the wall.
Because I recognized that signature.
Earlier today, when Caroline handed me the gift bag, I had seen her hands.
Her right hand—her writing hand—was wrapped in a heavy medical cast. She couldn’t hold a pen, let alone sign a legal document.
I took a step forward.
“Mr. Moretti,” I whispered.
Luca didn’t look away from Vanessa. “What is it, Rachel?”
“That’s not Mrs. Moretti’s signature, sir.”
Vanessa whirled on me. “Shut your mouth, you stupid little maid!”
Luca held up a hand. Silence fell instantly.
“Explain, Rachel.”
I swallowed the lump of fear in my throat.
“Mrs. Moretti came here today to drop off the telescope, sir. Her right arm was broken. It was in a fresh plaster cast. She couldn't have signed anything.”
The room went deathly still.
Luca looked at the signature. Then he looked at the date on the receipt.
Today.
He slowly lifted his eyes to Vanessa.
“Who broke my ex-wife’s arm?” he asked softly.
Before Vanessa could answer, my foot bumped against something heavy under the serving cart.
I looked down.
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It was a man’s black leather glove.
And it was covered in fresh blood.
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