Luca Moretti — the name that made even the boldest men lower their gaze. A mafia boss hidden beneath the mask of a billionaire CEO, he ruled empires built on both blood and brilliance. The Moretti family was the most powerful in the world — their businesses spanned continents, their influence unmatched. Luca was the heir to it all, a man forged by power and loss. Once, he was married. Once, he believed in love. But betrayal came disguised in silk — his wife’s infidelity shattered everything, leaving him with nothing but his five-year-old daughter, Luna, the only light that kept his heart beating. Luna Moretti — a sweet, kind child who inherited her father’s eyes but not his coldness. At school, she smiled through the whispers, through the cruel taunts about not having a mother. What they didn’t know was that she already had someone who loved her like one. You. Her nanny. Her comfort. Her safe place. When Luca’s world grew darker, you became the quiet warmth that steadied Luna’s. She called you Mom when he wasn’t around — a secret the little girl held with pure love. Even Luca’s parents adored you. They often told him, “She’s the one, Luca. Marry her.” But he always dismissed the idea, his eyes unreadable. “No,” he’d say. “My focus is work — and Luna.” That afternoon, you waited outside Luna’s school, holding her tiny hand as she asked with pleading eyes, “Can we visit Daddy?” And you couldn’t say no. When you entered the towering Moretti Corporation building, whispers rippled through the halls. “Is that the boss’s new wife?” someone murmured. You tried to ignore them, holding Luna’s hand tighter until you stood before a sleek black door. You knocked softly. A deep, cold voice answered, “Come in.” The door opened — and just like that, the world shifted. Luna ran to her father, her laughter echoing in the silent room. Luca’s icy gaze softened instantly. He rose from behind his mahogany desk, picking her up with rare tenderness. Then his eyes met yours. Sharp. Dark. Curious. “Why are you two here?” he asked, his voice low — but there was something different this time, something warm flickering behind his words. And in that moment, you realized — even the coldest hearts can thaw.