The Mafia Boss’s Daughter Cried Every Night — Until the Maid’s Toddler Found Out Why — Part 2
For two years, Isabella Moretti had carried a secret that was too heavy for a seven-year-old child.
Every night at exactly 9:00 p.m., she opened the black phone hidden inside the music box.
Every night, she read the same threats.
Every night, she believed that if she spoke…
her father would die.
But now, for the first time, someone else knew.
A three-year-old girl.
A little girl who did not understand the danger.
A little girl who only understood that her friend was hurting.
Emma stared at the black phone inside the music box.
She didn’t understand why Isabella looked terrified.
She didn’t understand why a small object could make someone cry.
To Emma, it was simple.
Isabella was scared.
And when someone was scared…
someone should stay with them.
That was what her mother had taught her.
So she reached out her tiny hand.
But before her fingers touched the phone, Isabella grabbed it.
“Don’t.”
Her voice cracked.
Emma stopped.
“Why?”
Isabella looked toward the door.
Then toward the window.
Then back at Emma.
Because she had spent two years learning one thing:
Secrets were dangerous.
“Because if someone knows…”
She swallowed.
“My papa dies.”
Emma’s little face changed.
Not because she understood everything.
Because she understood enough.
Someone was hurting Isabella.
That evening, Sophia noticed something was wrong.
Emma was unusually quiet during dinner.
Normally, she talked about everything.
The garden.
The cats.
The cookies.
The flowers.
But tonight, she only held her teddy bear.
Sophia sat beside her.
“Emma?”
The little girl looked up.
“Isabella has a bad phone.”
Sophia froze.
“What phone?”
Emma looked toward the hallway.
“The black one.”
A cold feeling moved through Sophia.
She had worked in the Moretti estate long enough to understand something.
Children rarely described things incorrectly.
They might not understand.
But they noticed.
“What does the phone do?”
Emma hugged her teddy bear.
“It makes Isabella sad.”
Sophia’s heart tightened.
Because now she knew.
Whatever was happening inside that room…
was much bigger than childhood nightmares.
The next morning, Sophia made a difficult decision.
She went to find Alessandro.
She found him in his private office.
A room where employees rarely entered.
He was standing near the window.
Looking over the property.
“Mr. Moretti.”
He turned.
Sophia hesitated.
Because this was Alessandro Moretti.
A man everyone feared.
But she wasn’t there as an employee.
She was there as a mother.
“I need to tell you something about Isabella.”
His expression changed immediately.
“What happened?”
Sophia explained everything.
The crying.
The door.
Emma.
The music box.
The phone.
She expected anger.
Instead…
Alessandro became completely silent.
“What phone?”
“A black one.”
“Inside the music box?”
Sophia nodded.
For several seconds, he didn’t move.
Then he walked past her.
Fast.
When Alessandro entered Isabella’s room, she immediately knew.
Something was wrong.
Her father never entered without knocking.
Not anymore.
“Papa?”
He stopped.
Because that one word hurt more than any weapon ever could.
She had called him that.
But she had also feared him.
Not because he hurt her.
Because she was afraid something would happen to him.
“Isabella.”
His voice was softer than usual.
“I need you to tell me the truth.”
The little girl looked down.
About the phone.
Her hands tightened around the blanket.
And for the first time in two years…
she cried before 9:00.
“I’m sorry.”
Alessandro’s heart broke.
“Why are you sorry?”
“Because I was supposed to protect you.”
The room went silent.
A seven-year-old child.
Protecting her father.
Alessandro sat beside her.
“Who told you that?”
Isabella didn’t answer.
He waited.
He had spent his life commanding people.
But with his daughter…
he learned patience.
Finally she whispered:
“Edmund.”
The name meant nothing for a second.
Then everything.
Edmund Whitmore.
The family’s head steward.
The man who had worked for the Moretti family for twenty-three years.
The man who had been trusted.
Alessandro looked toward the music box.
“Tell me everything.”
Isabella took a deep breath.
Two years earlier…
the night her mother died…
she woke up thirsty.
She walked downstairs.
She saw Edmund in the study.
He was talking to another man.
She didn’t hear everything.
Only pieces.
“The car.”
“The road.”
“The timing.”
She didn’t understand.
Three days later…
her mother was dead.
After the funeral, Edmund came to her room.
He knelt down.
He spoke softly.
He told her that she had seen something she shouldn’t have seen.
He told her that if she told her father…
her father would die too.
Then he placed the phone inside the music box.
Every night at 9:00, a new message arrived.
A reminder.
A threat.
A warning.
“I thought if I stayed quiet…”
Isabella cried.
“Papa would stay alive.”
Alessandro pulled her into his arms.
And for the first time in two years…
his daughter cried against him.
Not alone.
Not behind a locked door.
That afternoon, Alessandro called Rocco Ferrari.
Rocco had been with him for fifteen years.
The only person who knew how to read his silence.
“Find everything about Edmund Whitmore.”
Rocco noticed something.
The tone.
The calmness.
It was not normal anger.
It was controlled rage.
“What happened?”
Alessandro placed the black phone on the desk.
“My daughter has been threatened for two years.”
Rocco’s expression changed.
“Who?”
“Edmund.”
The room became silent.
Because everyone trusted Edmund.
Everyone.
“He was here before me,” Rocco said quietly.
“I know.”
“That means he knows everything.”
Alessandro looked at the phone.
“Then we find everything.”
The investigation began immediately.
And the first discoveries were worse than anyone expected.
Edmund was not just a servant.
He had been collecting information.
For years.
Private schedules.
Business movements.
Security details.
Family routines.
Everything.
Then they found payments.
Small amounts.
Repeated over time.
Hidden through different accounts.
All connected to the Romano family.
One of the Moretti family’s oldest rivals.
Rocco placed the documents on Alessandro’s desk.
“He has been selling information.”
Alessandro stared at the papers.
“How long?”
“Three years.”
Three years.
Exactly the amount of time since Elena died.
Alessandro closed his eyes.
Because suddenly the past looked different.
Not like an accident.
Like a plan.
That night, Alessandro went back to Isabella’s room.
She was drawing.
Something she had not done in years.
A small house.
A garden.
Three people holding hands.
Alessandro sat beside her.
“Who are they?”
Isabella pointed.
“Me.”
Then the second figure.
“Emma.”
Then the third.
She hesitated.
“My papa.”
Alessandro looked away for a moment.
Because his daughter had drawn a family.
A family she thought she might lose.
“I’m sorry.”
Isabella looked confused.
“For what?”
“For making you feel like you had to protect me.”
The little girl reached for his hand.
“Papa.”
“Yes?”
“You are not supposed to be scared.”
He looked at her.
“Why?”
“Because you are my papa.”
Simple.
Childlike.
And somehow stronger than anything anyone had ever told him.
The next day, Alessandro made a decision.
He would not arrest Edmund immediately.
Not yet.
Because men like Edmund did not work alone.
He wanted the entire network.
Every name.
Every connection.
Every person who helped him.
But there was one thing Alessandro did differently.
He changed one rule inside the Moretti estate.
No more secrets.
Not from Isabella.
Not from Emma.
Not from the people he loved.
A week later, Emma was sitting with Isabella in the garden.
The two girls were drawing.
Sophia watched from a distance.
Alessandro stood beside her.
“She changed everything,” Sophia said.
He looked toward Emma.
“Yes.”
“How?”
Alessandro was quiet.
Then answered:
“She reminded my daughter she was a child.”
Sophia looked at him.
“And what did she remind you?”
He watched Isabella laugh for the first time in years.
“That I was still a father.”
But while the Moretti family began healing…
Edmund Whitmore realized something.
The phone was gone.
The messages had stopped.
And Alessandro knew.
That meant the plan had failed.
So Edmund made one final move.
A move that would expose the truth behind Elena Moretti’s death.
Because the secret Alessandro was about to discover…
was even darker than he imagined.
And it would force him to question everyone he had trusted for decades.
