“DON’T DRINK THAT!” I Knocked the Glass from the Mafia Boss’s Brother’s Hand—His Fiancée Slapped Me in Front of 46 Guests, but the Boss’s Next Words Made Her Go Pale.
“DON'T DRINK THAT!” A Young Maid Knocked the Glass From the Mafia Boss's Brother's Hand—Then a Mysterious Text Exposed a Terrifying Secret!
“MICHAEL, DON'T DRINK THAT!”
I screamed those words and knocked the champagne glass from his hand just seconds before it touched his lips.
CRASH!
Crystal shattered across the marble floor. Champagne splashed onto Vanessa Bellini's $12,000 designer gown.
Forty-six wealthy guests turned toward me.
Then Vanessa slapped me across the face.
“YOU STUPID LITTLE SERVANT! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE?”
My cheek burned, but I refused to back down.
Because I had just seen something that could destroy a man's life.
My name is Emily Carter. I'm twenty-five years old, and I work at the luxurious Chicago estate of Luca Moretti, a powerful mafia boss feared by almost everyone.
His younger brother, Michael, had been sober for 317 DAYS.
Not one drop of alcohol.
And I had just watched Vanessa secretly pour something into his drink.
“SHE PUT SOMETHING IN HIS GLASS!” I shouted.
“She's lying!” Vanessa screamed. “SECURITY! GET HER OUT!”
But before anyone could touch me, Luca Moretti spoke.
“NOBODY MOVES.”
The entire room fell silent.
Luca slowly turned toward his brother.
Then he looked directly at me.
“Emily. Tell me exactly what you saw.”
My hands trembled as I explained everything.
Vanessa's face turned pale.
The bartender refused to make eye contact.
And then something happened that changed the entire night.
VANESSA'S PHONE LIT UP ON THE TABLE.
I caught a glimpse of the message before she snatched it away.
Four chilling words appeared on the screen.
“DID HE DRINK IT?”
Luca saw her reaction.
His expression turned ice-cold.
He stepped closer to Vanessa and asked one quiet question.
“Give me one reason why someone needs to know whether my brother took that sip.”
For the first time all evening, Vanessa had nothing to say.
But I couldn't stop staring at her phone.
WHO WAS WAITING FOR MICHAEL TO DRINK THAT GLASS?
Was Vanessa trying to destroy his sobriety?
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Or had I just interrupted something far more dangerous?
I THOUGHT I'D SAVED MICHAEL FROM ONE DRINK. I HAD NO IDEA WHAT I'D JUST UNCOVERED INSIDE THE MORETTI FAMILY…
