Secrets Unveiled

The air in the dimly lit room felt thick, oppressive. Anastasia and Maximilian stood in silence, facing Moretti. He was no longer the untouchable kingpin they had feared. Instead, he sat across from them, bound to a chair, his face bruised and smeared with dried blood, a ghost of his former self. Yet, even in his diminished state, Moretti’s eyes burned with defiance.

"You've lost," Maximilian said, his voice sharp but controlled as he tossed the folder of evidence onto the table in front of Moretti. The papers slid out, revealing incriminating documents, photos, and records of financial transactions linking Moretti to the highest echelons of power in Verdonia. “There’s no more running. This ends now.”

Moretti’s lips twisted into a cruel smile. “You think this changes anything?” He chuckled darkly, his breath ragged. “You’re just pawns in a game you don’t even understand.”