The Billionaire Who Lost His Sun

Adriana “Ria” Rossi POV: Salvatore called the day after the funeral. I was sitting on the back porch of my mother’s house, watching the gray afternoon sky. The service had been small and quiet. A few of my mother’s friends, some distant relatives. No one from the Moretti Family had come. Their absence was a statement, a final, public dismissal. My phone vibrated against the wooden step. ‘Salvatore Moretti’. I let it ring five times before I answered, just to feel the small, petty satisfaction of making him wait. “Ria,” he said, his voice thick with a carefully rehearsed sorrow. “I’m so sorry about your mother.” “Yes,” I said. The word was flat, empty. “My father just told me. He saw the notice. I can’t believe you didn’t call me.” “I was busy,” I replied, my eyes fixed on a crack in the pavement. “Baby, don’t do this,” he said, the old term of endearment sounding like an obscenity. “Where are you, Salvatore?” I asked, cutting him off. “I’m at the apartment. Our apartment. Where are you? I’ve been worried sick.” “I’m at my mother’s house.” He let out a sigh of relief. “Thank God. I was afraid you’d done something… drastic.” “I tried to call you,” he continued, his voice shifting into a placating tone. “After you told me about Elena. I’m sorry I didn’t get back to you sooner. Things were chaotic here.” “Yes,” I said again. “You were skiing.” He sighed, the sound of a man steeling himself for an argument. “Sofia was devastated, Ria. Absolutely beside herself with guilt. She cried for hours.” I said nothing, just listened to the distant sound of a siren. “She loved your mother,” he insisted. “Put her on the phone,” I said, my voice dangerously quiet. There was a muffled sound, whispers exchanged. Then Sofia’s voice, saccharine sweet. “Ria? Oh, sweetheart, I am so, so sorry. I feel just awful. I loved Elena like she was my own mother.” The audacity of the lie almost made me laugh. “She was a wonderful woman,” Sofia continued, her voice catching. “So kind. She shouldn’t have startled Caesar like that, but I know she didn’t mean any harm.” A cold, precise anger took root in my chest. “My mother didn’t startle your dog, Sofia.” “Well, Sal helped me with the insurance claim, and…” “That’s nice,” I said, my voice flat. Sal came back on the line. “See? It was a tragic accident. These things happen.” “Do they?” I asked. “Tragic accidents with dogs that have a history of aggression and aren’t vaccinated?” Silence. A thick, damning silence. “Who told you that?” he finally ground out, his voice low and threatening. “The doctor,” I said simply. “You’re hysterical,” he spat. “You’re grieving, and you’re not thinking clearly. We’ll sort this out when I see you. I’ll have the dog put down, if that’s what you want. We can fix this.” Fix this. Like my mother was a broken vase. He was protecting her. He was choosing the Ricci Family alliance over me, over the truth. Over my mother’s memory. “I have to go,” I said abruptly. “Where are you going? I’m coming over.” I hung up. I immediately went into my phone’s settings and blocked his number. Then I blocked Sofia’s. I watched their names disappear from my contact list, a small, satisfying act of erasure. I sat on the porch as the sun went down, the sky turning a bruised purple. I had tried so hard to be the perfect Moretti woman. Polished, demure, supportive. A beautiful accessory to a powerful man. I had built my entire world around him. And with one phone call, that world had been revealed for what it was: a gilded cage with a monster at the door. And I had nothing left to hold onto. Nothing but a quiet house filled with ghosts and a future that was a terrifying, empty blank.