Episode 3
Soft light filters through sheer curtains. The room is silent, elegant, cold. Jerry stirs beneath silk sheets.
Jerry Campbell (FL)
(blinking at the ceiling)
Where...?
She sits up abruptly. Eyes dart around. Real silk bedding. Massive room. Suit jacket draped over the chair. Her dress wrinkled at the foot of the bed
Jerry Campbell (FL)
(gasps, remembering)
The wedding.
Oh god... I actually—
She pauses, touches her ring finger. A simple but expensive band rests there. She flinches.
Jerry Campbell (FL)
(muttering to herself)
This can’t be real.
She gets out of bed slowly, barefoot on the cool floor. Finds a note on the bedside table
Note – In neat, sharp handwriting:
"Get cleaned up. You’ll find clothes in the wardrobe. Breakfast is downstairs."
-Lucien.
Jerry Campbell (FL)
(reading it aloud)
Not even a "good morning", huh?
She opens the wardrobe and finds a clean, modest but expensive outfit in her size. She freshens up, gets dressed, takes a deep breath, and opens the door.
The long dining table is laid with quiet elegance. Lucien sits at the head, black coffee in hand, newspaper folded beside him. He’s dressed in a dark shirt, sleeves rolled, unbothered.
Footsteps.
Jerry walks in slowly, dressed in a simple fresh outfit, hair damp from a quick shower. She looks around the mansion, still disoriented.
Jerry Campbell (FL)
(half to herself):
Okay… Definitely not a dream.
She steps in carefully. Lucien doesn't look up yet. She sits — not too close. Not too far. Still unsure how to breathe in this space
Jerry Campbell (FL)
(softly)
Good morning.
Lucien Moretti (ML)
(without looking up)
You're late.
Jerry Campbell (FL)
(quirks a brow)
You should try “Good morning” sometime. It’s magical
Before Lucien can reply, the doors open again
Footsteps. Voices. Four men walk in casually — joking, unaware.
It’s Lucien’s brothers.
Enzo Moretti (ML Bro)
(Neatly dressed)
Well, good to see the house still standing.
Matteo Moretti (ML Bro)
If I knew breakfast came with surprises, I’d visit more often.
They both stop when they spot Jerry sitting at the table. Their faces change
Enzo Moretti (ML Bro)
Who’s she?
Matteo Moretti (ML Bro)
Wait… is she—?
Lucien Moretti (ML)
(Calmly, sipping coffee)
She’s my wife.
Enzo Moretti (ML Bro)
(shocked)
YOU GOT MARRIED?
Matteo Moretti (ML Bro)
(to Jerry)
To you? Really?
Jerry Campbell (FL)
(gives a small, awkward smile)
Hi. I’m Jerry. I guess I’m your sister-in-law now.
Matteo Moretti (ML Bro)
(blinks)
Wow. This is… not what I expected.
Enzo Moretti (ML Bro)
(to Lucien):
You said you were going to ‘settle a debt’… not settle down
Lucien Moretti (ML)
(Stands up, smooth)
Plans changed.
Jerry Campbell (FL)
(straightens up)
And no, this wasn’t my plan either.
Also, I’m a literature professor. Not part of any mafia.
Matteo Moretti (ML Bro)
(smirking)
A professor? You’re really shaking things up around here.
Enzo Moretti (ML Bro)
(half-smiling)
Well… welcome, Jerry.
Lucien Moretti (ML)
(Pausing at the door, his voice calm but sharp)
It's Mrs. Moretti… or sister-in-law.
Call her “Jerry” again and we’ll have a problem.
The room goes quiet. Enzo raises an eyebrow, surprised. Matteo lets out a low whistle.
Matteo Moretti (ML Bro)
(murmuring)
Damn. He’s serious about this one.
Jerry Campbell (FL)
(Blinks, a little stunned):
O-Okay then…
Lucien Moretti (ML)
(without turning around)
Good. Boys, make her feel at home. I’ve got business
He walks out, leaving an awkward silence behind. Jerry exhales and reaches for her coffee like she needs it more than air.
The opulent Moretti dining room. Morning sunlight spills across the marble. Lucien has gone. Jerry gets up from the table, ready to leave—when a voice stops her.
Matteo Moretti (ML Bro)
(without looking up)
Running away already?
Jerry Campbell (FL)
(pauses, raising a brow)
Didn’t realize breakfast included an interrogation.
Enzo Moretti (ML Bro)
(grinning as he sips his coffee)
You’ve got spark. That’s rare in this house.
Jerry Campbell (FL)
What a comforting way to begin the day.
Matteo Moretti (ML Bro)
Lucien doesn’t bring people into this house without reason.
But marrying someone? That’s not like him.
Jerry Campbell (FL)
(quietly)
You think I’m a threat?
Matteo Moretti (ML Bro)
(leans back)
You’re not. Not yet.
(smirking)
But you could be. That's what makes you interesting.
Jerry Campbell (FL)
(stiffens)
I'm not here to play games.
Enzo Moretti (ML Bro)
(calmly, sipping coffee)
No one plays games here, Mrs. Moretti.
We survive them.
A pause settles. Jerry looks between the two. Enzo is composed and unreadable. Mateo wears danger like perfume—charming, but poisonous
Jerry Campbell (FL)
(firmly)
Then I’ll learn the rules. And win.
Enzo Moretti (ML Bro)
(laughs lowly)
Oh, I like her.
Matteo Moretti (ML Bro)
(with a slight nod)
Let’s hope Lucien does too—for your sake.
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