Lorenzo Berkshire Novels & Stories

She bit down on it, turned, and dropped into a seat in the back row. Lorenzo closed a hand around mine and kept me where I was. At that point, there was no leaving without making a scene, so I sat beside him. I did not need to turn around to feel the look Bianca was burning into my back. It stayed there until the final lot came up. As expected, Lorenzo won the yellow diamond necklace. Only then did Bianca seem to recover, her expression brightening as though everything had gone back to the way she wanted it. When the auction ended, she looked at him with open expectation.

“Of course, dear cousin, heaven forbid.” Lorenzo had been orphaned amidst the family feud, being the son of my father’s younger brother. Dad took him in as a second son and gave him everything he could, including love and time while I was sent away for years. “Also,” Dad continues, pulling me from my thoughts as Lorenzo takes the empty chair next to me. “I need us to carry out the business merger with the Di Santes.” “Don’t get me wrong, Uncle, but undertaking the construction of the hotel in Inverness and doing it in partnership with that bunch of criminals is a foregone conclusion.”

Lux stood there for a long time before quietly saying, "I'm doing well now." The wind rolled down from the hillside, carrying the scent of damp earth and grass. She had just set down the flowers when footsteps sounded behind her. Lorenzo had come. He was dressed entirely in black. His face looked colder than before, but also more exhausted. He did not walk to her side. Instead, he stopped in front of the grave, slowly bent his knees, and knelt. This was the third promise he had made to her. "I'm sorry," he said quietly.

My brows pulled together with determination. “Lorenzo, I need to know what’s been going on,” I stated. He sat back in his chair and dropped his gaze to his desk. “I’m not sure what you mean,” he said. His voice remained calm and passive. “Now, did you happen to find a dress?” My anger started to flare beneath my surface. “Screw the dress,” I snapped. “Tell me about the disk.” I watched nearly half of the color drain from Lorenzo’s face. The man was stunned—speechless. I could tell he was struggling to keep that stoic, cold demeanor in place for as long as he could.

"Lorenzo." Lorenzo smiled rolling his eyes. "How do you always know it's me?" He asked walking in the room pulling a chair from the corner of the room and sat down. Bonnie just shook her head, lowering her head. Embarrassed to admit that she has memorised his scent. Cigarettes, that she still wants to know the name of and cologne with a hint of mint on his breath. Lorenzo's striking blue eyes switched to Grace. "How are you?" He asked. Grace nodded, "I'm alright, just a little tired." She said.

She only stood by the door until I looked up at her. “He’s here,” she said finally. “He is waiting for you to admit him in.” “Send him in.” Lorenzo walked in like the room had been waiting for him. Tall, dark suit, the kind of poise that came from knowing exactly how much attention he commanded. His smile was faint but deliberate, a crafted expression that could pass for charm in the right light. “Mrs. Blackthorn, I didn’t think that you would be calling at all. But I am glad that you did.” He said, and he extended his hand to shake mine.

Hearing how cold my voice was, a flicker of some unreadable emotion crossed his face, but he only reminded me: "Have you checked everything? After all, it's the biggest day of your life. Why not take another look?" Pretending not to understand his hint, I simply said, "I've double-checked everything. If you have nothing else, you should leave now." Lorenzo's expression soured slightly, but he pressed his lips together and said, "Fine. Actually, I did come here today for something. Years ago, I gave you my family's heirloom ring—but that ring was meant for my future wife." "Since we haven't yet married, shouldn't you return the ring to me first?"

He stood near the makeshift altar, his right hand, Alexei, standing a pace behind him. Lorenzo Moretti walked up to them, his gait confident, a smug, sinister smile plastered on his face. He looked at Victor with the eyes of a man who had successfully sold a cursed object for a king’s ransom. "Victor," Lorenzo greeted, his voice echoing in the vast space. "A historic day. My daughter... well, you should have seen her these last two days. She could barely contain herself. She’s so happy to be joining your household, she’s practically glowing."

Lisa teased. Serene hid her smile. "Is it? I heard Dr. Seth was planning to fire some staff members. I wonder if your name was in the list?" she teased back, making Lisa sigh heavily. "You are no fun" she complained, but grabbed Eugene's flowers before leaving the room. On the other hand, Eugene who was still lingering outside noticed a nurse carrying his flowers. His expression turned sour instantly. ...... In Bournville, a city which is situated in the south of Creekwood, Lorenzo was seen drinking while a couple of dancers were entertaining him. Bournville is Lorenzo's outfit. Montana is the outfit controlled by a mysterious Boss whom no one has seen or met before.

“But he pulled you away from the meeting, right? He took the best opportunity the King was going to give you...” “Exactly. He got the advantage on the deal,” Lorenzo said, dragging a hand through his straight hair, and then a low, mocking laugh rumbled in his throat. I saw the flash of those huge wolf canines that could tear anyone’s throat out. “If this is true, you have no idea what kind of card I’m holding right now,” he said, his voice laced with macabre plans to come.