Novel & Cerita Lorenzo Berkshire

Anthony Lorenzo was one of the wealthiest and most influential men in the country, the owner of an empire that rivaled even the King family’s fortune. “The Lorenzos are practically royalty,” Aria thought to herself, confusion filling her mind. Why would someone like this be talking to her? Noticing her confusion, Eric continued. “Remember that jewellery piece you designed for Mr. Lorenzo? He loved it, and he wants you to make a few more designs for him.” Aria’s heart leaped. “What? Really?” she asked, her voice tinged with excitement. That design had been one of her finest works. It had taken her nearly five months to perfect it, and it had brought significant recognition to her small jewell

Like he didn’t need the answer to define him. Still—I shook my head. “Not tonight.” He nodded once. “Another time, then.” No persistence. No disappointment. Andrea stared after him. “Do you know who that is?” “No,” I said, already turning toward the dance floor. “That,” she said, “is Lorenzo Romano.” The name landed heavier than expected. “ Romano?” I asked. “He’s into private equity. Real estate. Shipping. Old money with terrifyingly good manners.” I shrugged. “Still not dancing.”

Lorenzo did not return the money within twenty-four hours. Late that night, Bianca sent me a contact request. The moment I accepted it, several photographs appeared. In the first, she sat beside Lorenzo in the blue dress. The second showed two glasses of whiskey with the Vassari family’s Donna ring between them. Beneath the last photograph, she had written: Lorenzo says he’ll announce the latest scores tomorrow night. Guess whose hand the ring will end up on?

“Mmm… noisy.” I turn up sharply as I hear that deep baritone voice that always sends a chill down my spine. Lorenzo is walking toward us, his hands in his pockets as his dark eyes remains fixed on me. He stops right in front of me, staring keenly as his tongue licks his lower lip slightly, his eyes lingering on the swell of my breast for a minute too long. Then he turns around and faces his uncle. “Oi, Enzo… I thought you wouldn’t be coming, so I was just keeping your lovely wife company.” he says, grinning widely.

The sound of the front door opening made them pull apart at once, their bodies stiffening as Lorenzo stepped in, his presence filling the living room with an authority that pressed heavy against the air. Derek and Jesse turned to him instinctively, catching the corner of his mouth lift in a brief smile that vanished almost immediately. Behind him, Tonia appeared, moving with a lethal grace that drew the room into stillness, and for a heartbeat, no one spoke. Derek stepped forward towards Lorenzo and bowed slightly. “Good day, Sir,” he said, his voice steady even as his chest rose and fell. “Hello,” Lorenzo replied evenly, though a quiet danger ran beneath his tone. His gaze moved over Derek,

I answered honestly. “Are you?” I scoffed. “I don’t know what I am anymore.” He studied me for a moment, then placed a file on the table. “Lorenzo’s moving again.” Of course he was. Of course he had to. “Where?” I asked. “The vineyards. The old eastern compound. He’s reinforcing it. Positioning like he’s preparing to dig in, not strike.” I lit a cigarette. Not because I needed the smoke, but because I needed something in my mouth besides the taste of bitterness.

She ushers Danica into the bedroom. “Lorenzo?” “Young master will be along as soon as he’s dealt with the police. Come now.” “Young master?” She also heard her call him “Don”, those were titles for like the wealthiest of all. “Yes, dear.” Danica frowns, and Mona’s expression echoes hers. “Did you not know? Sir Lorenzo is the heir to the Moretti family. Son of Gonzalo Moretti.” An heir? “This is his house,” Mona says gently, as if talking to a child. “All the land surrounding the house. This village, some islands, estates in various parts of the country…”She stops. “He didn’t tell you?”

Isabella’s voice was sharp, dripping with jealousy. “Don’t be ridiculous,” Lorenzo said softly. “Everything is going according to plan.” “Then why didn’t you back me up out there? She said her stomach hurt, and you looked genuinely worried.” Lorenzo sighed. “I’m doing all of this for our child. She’s carrying him, after all…” His voice trailed off. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet jewelry box. Inside was an antique sapphire brooch. He pinned it gently to her dress. “You wanted this at the auction. I bought it for you.”

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE: HIS FAVORITE The silk shirt was ruined now…twisted and wrinkled, pushed up past Louis's hips. Lorenzo's hands were everywhere, greedy and slow, mapping every inch of skin like he was memorizing a landscape. "Bite it," Lorenzo murmured against his ear, voice low and commanding. Louis blinked, dazed. "What?" "The shirt. Bite the hem. Hold it up." Louis hesitated, cheeks burning, but the dark heat in Lorenzo’s eyes left no room for argument. He lifted the silk to his mouth and bit down hard on the hem.

Later, I learned what happened in the two hours before the ceremony. Vera arrived at the estate dressed almost like a bride. Lorenzo saw it at once. “What the hell are you wearing?” he asked. His voice was low, but everyone near him heard the anger in it. “I told you,” he said, stepping closer, “if you wanted this to continue, you kept it away from Adela. Away from the ceremony. Away from this house.” Then, colder still, he added, “Change. And if you have any sense at all, you won’t show your face again today.”