เข้าสู่ระบบ~LORENZO She was stunning even when she was mad. It was cute. Her mild-fruity perfume that was as seductive as she was attractive drifted into my nostrils, making me super aware of her presence and easing the remnant annoyance in my chest that had been caused by my stupid nephew. Thinking back about the moment he came to the table I sat at with Vivienne, he was clearly trying to provoke me. If he hadn't been my nephew, Eric would have made sure he was dealt with for disrespecting me. After all, he was always there watching and waiting for my instructions. He was the executor who carried out my orders. In the underworld, no one dared to disrespect me, especially not to my face. They would live in fear of me for the rest of their lives. I had wondered what gave my nephew the balls to challenge me. It was a few moments later I understood; he didn't know the extent of what I could do. Since I had come to threaten them at the ancestral mansion five years ago, I had done nothing and go
~VIVIENNE"Do you want to get beaten up?"Marco shook slightly, hesitation flickered in his eyes for a moment before he shrugged it off. He had an annoying smirk on his face. He was trying to provoke his uncle and I couldn't understand why. I was just dumbfounded at his brazenness to talk to his uncle like that. Moreover, this was his engagement! He actually left his engaged bride to come cause trouble at my table?Lorenzo's scary response made me wonder if he really was going to beat Marco up. He was probably just saying that out of anger. I looked at him and our eyes met. He had an expression on his face that I couldn't understand. He hesitated for a moment before speaking, his voice sharp, dropping an octave. "I hope you don't mind if your ex-husband gets beaten to a pulp." He asked, his jaws tight and his hand folded into a strong fist. "Huh?"Was he serious?His lips tightened together, a bit of bewilderment appearing on his annoyed gaze. He stared at his folded fist before lo
~VIVIENNEMy head was reeling. I couldn't believe all that had just happened and was still happening. I had made elaborate plans just to attend this engagement throw it into chaos. And it had played out well until... until...!Until he showed up!This devil of a man, Lorenzo... He was a Blackwell just like my ex-husband Marco. He had appeared like a man out of a fantasy story and made me slip out of my mind. His appearance alone was so shocking that I was destabilised. I unknowingly became like a sheep around him. His presence had brought an unusual atmosphere to the entire hall and the way he handled Marco's mother was jaw dropping. I knew Clara very well to know that not even her husband could handle or dismiss her in the way that Lorenzo did. Even Marco was reduced to appear like a foolish teenager in front of him.His words and actions made me grow quiet and want to submit to him subconsciously. His eyes peered into my soul and evoked all sorts of desires in my mind and my bod
- LORENZOShe was sweet. The taste of the wine that she drank lingered in her mouth. Her strong perfume registered itself in my brain and I drowned in her sweet, seductive fragrance, not willing to let her out of my grasp. I could almost feel her body melting under my touch. My hand slid around her back to keep her from melting away while the other gripped her throat, my body her until her back hit the wall. Her silky smooth skin was very warm and felt like butter to my fingers. She moaned into my mouth as I devoured her. I paused to catch my breath and pulled back, searching her face for something... anything. Her eyes were half opened in a daze, her chest heaving heavily. Her neck was covered with my hand and my eyes ran over her exposed shoulder and the bit of exposed cleavage. She fluttered her eyes fully open and gazed into my eyes with her mouth slightly parted. Yes. I could see it. I could see everything. The fear, the lust, the uncertainty, the need hiding in those deep
Chapter 9: LORENZOA perfect woman. There was no one more worthy than she was. Since the time I had hooked up with her at the bar to the hotel, she had only appealed to me sexually. That was because I knew nothing about her. This gradually changed after I figured out who she was and some of the things she had done, especially for my nephew. But I had totally gotten smitten by her this past week since I met her at the airport and now saw her once again today. She was beautiful, stunning, elegant, intelligent... Moreso, she appeared to be a woman of ambition. I wanted her badly. Not just her body, but her mind and soul. I wanted every bit of her even before I had the chance to have a proper conversation with her. I noticed Clara's gaze was still boring into the woman and growled at her. "Back off." She flinched and glared at me defiantly, but not without clicking her tongue at the woman. Her son came up from behind with a suspicious frown. "Uncle Lorenzo, you know Vivienne?"
Lorenzo's POV For the past five years, I've been searching and waiting for someone. A woman who changed my whole life in just one night. It happened the very day I arrived in this country and was determined to begin to carry out my revenge that I had planned for twenty-five years. The visit to that bar had been purely out of habit. It was a good place to meet people and get some girls who could amuse me for the night. I've already done this over the years so I was very skilled in pleasing women such that they wouldn't regret much not having a taste of my cock. It was because they were unable to arouse me no matter what they did. That was up until that evening when I met this woman. That woman who had just gone through a heartbreak was different. She was hungry and she needed someone to satisfy her. The moment I opened her coat was the moment my cock functioned properly for the first time. And I made sure to use it well. But she had disappeared, leaving only a note and some money l







