Lorenzo Berkshire Parents の小説・ストーリー

My father, Lorenzo, stood at the center of the room like a king When he saw us, his eyes lit up with a predatory gleam. "The man of the hour!" Lorenzo boomed while stepping forward to clap Dante on the shoulder. "And my very beautiful daughter. You know Aria? Marriage clearly suits you." "Thank you, Father," I said with a voice with fake affection. "Dante has been... very attentive." "She’s a Valenti, Lorenzo. Dante said, squeezing my waist with his fingers. I’d be a fool not to pay attention."

Lorenzo knew his father's reasons for holding a wedding; he didn't want the public to mistake that the family couldn't even afford a wedding, and parties were a necessary means of maintaining relationships at the business circle. His father was traditional, stern, and paid much attention to dignity. Lorenzo nodded in acceptance of the offer. Although he hated trouble, he had always respected his father and there was no need to contradict him. "Have you seen today's ranking of the Prestige Group?" asked luca, inquiring as usual about the group's operations. Lorenzo paused and said, "It is still the number one company in Spain in terms of market capitalisation, Papa." Luca nodded, but he was e

She had been intrigued by the conversation of some young mothers at the school, talking about a handsome donor who drove a limited-edition car when visiting the school. Now Chelsea saw the handsome donor for herself. "Young Master Lorenzo has such a kind heart, doesn’t he, Mrs. Lorenzo? You and Mr. Lorenzo must be very proud of him. He's not only talented in his work but also generous," Julia praised Regis with an expression that made Amora want to vomit. "You're exaggerating, Mrs. Lysander," Liliana replied with a broad smile. She didn't actually know much about her stepson's activities. She only heard about the many illegal things the Lorenzo family did, unaware that her stepson was also i

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…"

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

Lorenzo pursed his lips “Why bother? Wouldn’t have been easier to hack into the auction house framework?” “If you have the balls to take a job against my family, then the only person you are qualified to meet is the king of hell.” Adam’s eyes were shining; this son of his was not just his splitting image but also had his spirit. Although Mark, Darcy and Eric didn’t speak, their facial expressions spoke volumes. None of them thought the method was excessive. Even Lorenzo who came from a mafia background shivered inwardly and thanked his lucky stars that he was on the same side as the father and sons from hell.

"Listen, principessa. I'll propose when I'm ready. You know who I am. Stop with the tantrums and games. Do you understand?" For a moment, I didn't know how to argue back. "Hold on. You got it wrong. Those—" Lorenzo raised a hand, silencing me without a word. A few quick instructions to rest, and then he was gone. I hurled the pillow against the door. Then, I took several deep breaths before picking up my phone and finally focusing on picking a wedding dress. The photos my parents had been sending kept piling up. Their text messages also seemed warmer and more approving than the last.

14 LORENZO “I allowed her to see the finer things in life."

He only uses Carmen to his advantage. "It's good that you don't want a new mommy, because I won't be looking for it either. I only loves your mommy." Lorenzo said matter-of-factly and sounded hurt, though he managed to disguise it in his cold, stiff voice. “Then what about aunty Carmen? She will continue to cling to daddy like a worm." said Enzo with a disgusted face. Lorenzo stopped his car right in front of Enzo's school and turned to his son after he managed to pull the handbrake on the side of the wheel.

“But what am I supposed to say if anyone speaks to me? I don't even know what your father’s name is!” “His name was Leonardo. He was eighty and I was his only child,” Lorenzo framed, his accent thickening to roughen his vowel sounds, his jawline squaring. “He was a good guy like you’ve mentioned earlier. He may have passed away peacefully in his sleep, but his death was both sudden and unexpected.” “Oh… You had no chance to say goodbye…I am so sorry. That must be very hard to bear.” As she had listened Phoebe had paled, briefly plunged into her own memories of the loss of a loved and loving parent. Lorenzo sent her a flashing glance of pure disdain.