Lorenzo Berkshire Novels & Stories

"They're not hiding in the shadows anymore, boss. They're actively provoking you." Lorenzo stood up, pulling down his cuffs. "Then they will deeply regret the day they chose to play this game." Upstairs, Lorrie was carefully arranging the historic, leather-bound books Lorenzo had bought at the auction. She still couldn't entirely comprehend that he had dropped a million dollars on them. He insisted it was merely a smart asset acquisition, not a gesture meant for her. At least, that was what his pride demanded he say. She pulled one beautifully preserved, forest-green novel from its gilded sleeve. As she did, a piece of heavy, aged parchment slipped out from between the pages and fluttered to

"Oh, it's not just my plan, Della. I’m simply the one hosting the party. You see, an old friend of yours helped pave the way for last night's little breach. He was more than happy to share the blueprints of the Valtteri estate's eastern blind spots." My stomach did a violent, sickening flip, but I refused to let my eyes widen. Who was he talking about, I rarely had contact or clashes with anyone of that power, except… "Lorenzo." The name left my lips in a loud whisper. "Bingo," Marco chuckled, tapping the tip of my nose with a manicured finger. I jerked my head back, my eyes flashing with a sudden, lethal heat. "Lorenzo Moretti is very eager to see you again. He’s currently on a flight back

Do you really think Donovan and the Lloyd royal family will sit by and let us do whatever we want? Lorenzo took a deep breath, and his voice weakened into a whisper. "Understood… sir…"

This marked the beginning of my journey to win over the pilot and evoke deep feelings for me. I had uncovered some very interesting details about Lorenzo through a quick online search, which only heightened my interest in him. As I had suspected, Lorenzo is extremely wealthy. He's Italian and heir to a renowned winery located in the town of Franciacorta, Italy. Furthermore, he's a Formula One champion and enjoys immense success in the most lucrative category of motorsport. In summary, he's a potential candidate for a serious relationship, something I realized from the start, and I need to seize this unique opportunity that has presented itself so perfectly in my life.

But my mind was still reeling from the initial shock. Lorenzo had a daughter?!

The kind of move that could tear their empire apart. Alessandro looked up and caught him. “You’re late.” Lorenzo pushed off the wall, smirking like always. “Didn’t know I was on the clock.” “This isn’t a game,” Alessandro snapped. “Not tonight.” Lorenzo’s smirk faltered. He walked to the table, scanning the maps spread across it. Docks, warehouses, shipping lanes, all marked with red ink. “So,” he said slowly, “you think Ricardo’s finally making his move?”

They both exited the cab and approached the front door, with Emma leading the way. As Emma turned the door handle, she realized it wasn't locked, and entered nonetheless. Inside, Georgina heard Emma call out Lorenzo's name and noticed the delightful aroma that filled the living room. Emma exclaimed, "Lorenzo, you're home early." Georgina's gaze turned towards the kitchen, where Lorenzo stood wearing an apron, engaged in cutting something she couldn't quite make out. She took a moment to observe Lorenzo's matured features, realizing he had become even more physically attractive than she remembered from years ago.

“She is stubborn. She looks at me without fear. She speaks to me like I am not a monster. It is… fascinating.” Ryker leaned forward slightly. “You sound obsessed, sir.” Lorenzo smiled faintly. “I am.” Ryker hesitated. “Do you want to hurt her?” Lorenzo looked straight at him. “I want to keep her.” Ryker swallowed. “Like a wife?” “Like something better.” Ryker’s voice lowered. “You know she will never love you.” Lorenzo didn’t blink. “She will learn.” “She has someone,” Ryker said. “Alessandro her sister's husband will surely come looking for her —”

Leonardo finds out the truth and goes after him. ************* Lorenzo has just finished having his bath and stepped out of the bathroom. He walked to his closet and got into his night wear and headed for the living room again where he took a bottle of champagne and a clean glass. He poured some of it into the glass, held it at eye level and stared at the wine briefly. He wished he had someone to drink with. A friend perhaps. But the sad feeling was quickly washed away when he remembered he still had an important task to do.

“She was the one who spoke too harshly, I…” “Harshly? I think it wasn’t harsh enough. If I had endured the same humiliation as my wife…” Lorenzo’s cold gaze locked onto Cameron, but a wicked smile curved his lips, his eyes almost demonic, as if he were a creature from hell. “I would return it a thousandfold.” “Do you want to borrow some money?” Lorenzo took out a check and signed an amount on the spot. “This is ten billion. As long as you fulfill my wife’s demands, I will lend it to the Whitmore family immediately.”