Lorenzo Berkshire Parents Novels & Stories

[ZARINA] “Please shut your dumb whining for the god-fucking-sake!” Lorenzo growls at mother who has been constantly trying to smack some sense into his head. But he is one stubborn man and let’s be honest, a little dangerous too at the moment. If we met under different circumstances, I would have never believed him to be so corrupt and vicious. Lorenzo has the face of an attractive man. He is tall and lean and has enough impressive muscles to have any girl swoon in his proximity. His eyes are strikingly big and green. There is a sharp jawline that can cut diamonds. If he were really my brother, I would have been so proud of him, and would have bragged to the others about him all day long. Bu

Lorenzo never brought women here, which means he cares for her. “Look, you wanted me to find out what I could, and I have been working to.” “Something showed up, right? Just hit me with it.” Sighing, I shake my head. “Nothing showed Lorenzo. From what Sawyer found, she lives with her mum and works part-time. Her mum owns a house, nothing big, but nothing she would be ashamed of either. Her mum and dad also checked out; there were no red flags there.” “Then why do I sense there is bad news?” He looks at me, waiting.

“Lorenzo had been acting… different. Secretive. Nervous. Short-tempered.” “About what?” I asked. “About money,” he said. “About people he owed. About people who were looking for him.” I shook my head. “ Again.” He ignored that and continued. “One day, a girl came here. A young woman. I didn’t know her. She came crying and looking for your brother.” I frowned. “What did she want?” My father placed his hand on his face. “She said Lorenzo got her pregnant.” My chest tightened. “Pregnant?”

"There's no way this is true. These men are probably just actors you hired! Your family looked so poor and pathetic at the celebration the other day!" Lorenzo's gaze turned to her, his smile turning icy. "Oh, look, if it isn't the genius designer who stole my wife's design schematics. I've heard so much about you," he said, emphasizing the word "genius". Camilla's face turned ashen. She instinctively backed away while stubbornly attempting to refute him. "What are you talking about? Everyone knows just how gifted I am in design!" My parents had rushed over as well, dropping the bouquets they were holding in shock when they spotted Lorenzo.

“You want me to kill my baby because it’s more convenient for you?” “This isn’t about convenience,” his voice rising slightly. “It’s about reality. I can’t handle this right now. I can’t even handle myself right now.” “You think I wanted this to happen?” My voice shook, but my eyes never wavered. “You think this was part of some big plan by the ‘cheap secretary’?” He clenched his jaw. His eyes pierced mine, full of conflict... and cold. “Lorenzo is the son of my father’s secretary. Look how that turned out. He’s taken my position. Half the board is backing him. And Papa doesn’t even try to hide his preference anymore. I will not and I WON’T repeat that history.”

Lorenzo stared at him silently for a long moment. Then his voice lowered dangerously. “It's no place for children.” Alessandro blinked slightly. "Don Rossi let's Valeria handle things for him." Lorenzo's gaze returned to him. “Do not mention that name here.” Alessandro held his father's gaze. "Why is it hard to let me in?" "I am your son. Your only heir." Lorenzo moved back toward his desk slowly. "Pass your exams first. That should be your focus now." Alessandro sighed.

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?"

Lord Lorenzo felt bored and exhausted. For someone like him, it was extremely hard to feel this way and he wondered if it was as a result of the encounter he has with Prince Aiken earlier that day. His mother's words wouldn't stop ringing in his ears: *Someday, you'll become a father and I'm so sure you'll never want to watch anyone hurt your child* he couldn't get rid of those lines. Become a father? But how?. How, when he was under a curse? How, when he had lost his previous wives in the process of giving him a child?

Natalie gave her a look. Lorenzo's father chuckled heartily. "I've never doubted that, Lorenzo has always kept business away from pleasure. " he paused then became serious. "We have traditions in this family, you need to meet the rest of the family. Lorenzo knows this. You'll meet my mother , if she approves then we're good to go" he said. Natalie looked at Lorenzo, his hands were balled into a fists. "Whether grandma approves or not. I've made my choice " he said steely.

"Lorenzo signed this will and testament himself. Half of the family fortune goes to my son." "That woman he’s supposed to marry is nothing but a barren wasteland," she spat. "Lorenzo’s been aching to kick her to the curb for ages. There’s no way he wouldn’t claim his own bloodline." I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles turned white, burying my agony beneath a mask of professional indifference. Bella leaned closer to my face, her gaze dripping with malice and disdain. "Old lady, don't look at me with those jealous eyes. You'll never meet a man as generous as Lorenzo in your entire miserable life."