Chapter 1 - THE WINDOW THAT DIDN’T OPEN
“Louder, Sophie. Everyone needs to hear you.”
I was standing in the middle of Luca Moretti’s engagement dinner with my hands clasped behind my back.
Twenty-eight guests were watching me.
My white apron had a small red stain near the waist, and the bandage around my left forearm was slowly coming undone beneath my sleeve.
“I’m sorry for interrupting your dinner,” I whispered.
Vanessa Bellini smiled.
“That’s a start.”
She stood beside Luca in a red silk gown, diamond earrings catching the chandelier light.
“Now tell everyone what you did.”
My throat tightened.
“I broke a window.”
“And?”
I stared at the marble floor.
“Caused an expensive accident.”
Vanessa turned toward the guests with an embarrassed laugh.
“You see what happens when you hire people who can’t follow the simplest instructions?”
A few people smiled politely.
I wanted the floor to swallow me.
Then Vanessa pointed toward the kitchen.
“Show them what you did to your arm.”
My stomach dropped.
“Please, ma’am.”
“Roll up your sleeve.”
I couldn’t.
Because if Luca saw the injury, he might ask how it happened.
And Vanessa had made it very clear what would happen if I told him the truth.
My mother was behind on her mortgage.
My own rent was due Monday.
I needed every shift in the Moretti house.
Vanessa knew that.
She stepped closer and grabbed my wrist.
Pain tore through my forearm.
I cried out.
Luca Moretti rose immediately.
“Let her go.”
Vanessa blinked.
“Luca, I’m teaching her to take responsibility.”
“Then why is she bleeding?”
My name is Sophie Hayes.
I was twenty-nine and had worked in the Moretti household for almost a year.
Before that afternoon, I had never broken a window in my life.
I had also never been threatened with losing my job for trying to help someone.
Luca came toward me.
“Show me your arm.”
Slowly, I rolled up my sleeve.
The bandage had slipped.
A long cut crossed my forearm.
Luca examined it without touching me.
“Broken glass?”
I nodded.
Vanessa answered for me.
“She broke the kitchen window. Apparently opening a perfectly ordinary window was too complicated.”
Luca looked at his fiancée.
“The window beside the pantry?”
“Yes.”
“That window doesn’t open.”
Vanessa’s smile faltered.
“It was sealed during the renovation,” Luca continued.
Then he looked at me.
“Sophie. Why did you break it?”
My mouth went dry.
“I was cleaning.”
Vanessa immediately said:
“She hit it with a metal shelf.”
Luca turned.
“You saw that?”
“No. Sophie told me.”
He looked at me again.
“Did you?”
I hesitated.
That was enough.
Luca noticed.
He also noticed the way I kept looking toward the kitchen.
“Sophie, is someone hurt?”
My heart began pounding.
Vanessa laughed.
“For heaven’s sake, Luca. She’s the one who’s hurt.”
He ignored her.
“Is someone else hurt?”
My eyes filled.
Vanessa stepped forward.
“She’s embarrassed. Stop questioning her.”
Luca looked directly at the woman he was supposed to marry.
“Then why are you so worried about what she’ll say?”
Vanessa stopped smiling.
For several seconds, nobody moved.
Then Luca turned back to me.
“Are you afraid of losing your job?”
I nodded.
“You won’t.”
That almost broke me.
Mrs. Carter, the senior housekeeper, took me away so Dr. Harris could clean and rebandage my arm.
Luca returned to dinner.
For twenty minutes, he behaved as if he believed Vanessa.
He discussed the wedding menu.
Accepted congratulations.
Listened while Vanessa described Saturday’s reception.
By nine-thirty, she was laughing again.
She thought she had won.
But Luca Moretti had built his entire life by noticing what other people overlooked.
When the guests moved into the drawing room, he entered the kitchen.
The broken window beside the pantry had been covered with plywood.
Glass lay mostly in the courtyard outside.
Not inside.
A metal stool stood beneath the sill.
Then Luca found a pair of reading glasses.
They belonged to Robert Keller.
His family’s sixty-two-year-old head chef.
Robert had cooked for Luca since he was seventeen.
Yet nobody had seen him during the engagement dinner he had personally planned.
The sous-chef claimed Vanessa said Robert had gone home sick.
His car was still outside.
Then Luca found a bloodstained towel near the rear delivery entrance.
Ten minutes later, I sat in his study with fresh bandages.
Robert’s glasses lay on the desk.
“Sophie.”
Luca leaned forward.
“Where is Robert?”
I stared at my hands.
“I tried to help him.”
“Tell me.”
Vanessa had entered the kitchen around four and ordered Robert to prepare a separate meal for a guest who was not officially attending the engagement dinner.
She claimed it was Luca’s estranged uncle, Peter Moretti.
Robert refused.
He said he would not secretly admit anyone to the house without Luca’s approval.
Vanessa fired him.
Robert refused to leave until he spoke directly to Luca.
Then he developed severe chest pain during the argument.
I had been inside the pantry.
When I came out, Robert was sitting on the floor struggling to breathe.
I reached for my phone.
Vanessa took it.
“She said I was making everything worse.”
Luca’s face went still.
“She wouldn’t let me call for help.”
“No.”
“How did the window break?”
“She locked the kitchen door.”
He stared.
“So I used the stool.”
My voice shook.
“I broke the window and climbed onto the sill. I shouted to the groundskeeper.”
That was when the glass cut my arm.
The groundskeeper had managed to get Robert help through another entrance while Vanessa forced the remaining kitchen staff to continue preparing dinner.
Then she told me if I said one word, I would never work in another Moretti property.
Luca immediately called Daniel, his security chief.
“Find Robert.”
Then I caught his sleeve.
“There’s something else.”
He turned.
“Robert recognized the man Vanessa wanted him to prepare dinner for.”
“Peter?”
I shook my head.
“No, sir.”
Luca frowned.
“Then who?”
My hands began trembling.
“He said Vanessa was only using your uncle’s name because she didn't want you to know who was actually coming.”
Luca stared.
“Who?”
I swallowed.
“He said it was the man who came to your father’s funeral claiming to be your brother.”
Silence.
“The same man your family paid to leave Chicago twelve years ago.”
For the first time that night, Luca Moretti looked afraid.
Not for himself.
Of the past.
He stood so quickly the chair moved backward.
“What did Robert call him?”
“Julian Vale.”
Luca closed his eyes.
The name meant nothing to me.
To him, it apparently meant everything.
Then Daniel called.
Luca answered.
“Where is Robert?”
A pause.
His shoulders lowered slightly.
Alive.
I understood before Daniel finished.
Robert had been taken to Northwestern Memorial after the groundskeeper found him near the delivery entrance. He was conscious. Doctors believed he had suffered a cardiac episode aggravated by stress and the delay in receiving his medication.
Luca’s face hardened.
“Put two men outside his room.”
I stiffened.
He saw it.
Then corrected himself.
“Hospital security. Not ours.”
That surprised me.
Daniel continued speaking.
Luca listened.
Then his gaze moved toward the closed study door.
“Vanessa is still downstairs?”
Another pause.
“Good.”
He ended the call.
“What happens now?” I asked.
Luca looked toward Robert’s glasses.
Then at the bandage around my arm.
“Nothing violent.”
I hadn’t asked that.
The fact that he answered anyway told me more about Luca Moretti than anything I had learned in eleven months working for him.
He walked to the study door.
Then stopped.
“Sophie.”
“Yes?”
“Did Vanessa tell you no one would believe a housemaid over my future wife?”
My stomach tightened.
“How did you know?”
“Because she humiliated you publicly before you had a chance to speak privately.”
He looked toward the ballroom.
“She wasn’t teaching you responsibility.”
His voice became cold.
“She was destroying your credibility.”
And downstairs, Vanessa Bellini was laughing beneath crystal chandeliers, still believing the engagement dinner belonged to her.
She had no idea Luca had just realized the broken kitchen window was not an accident.
It was an alarm.
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And I had broken it in time.
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