Lorenzo Berkshire Parents Novels & Stories

Rico stood behind him, going through the files in his hand. The Lavandor Ball was hosted by the richest family in Italy, the Lorenzos. An outdoor gathering for the rich to flaunt their status—one which the Don of the Lorenzo Empire prided in. They were the strongest mafia clan in Italy, after all. After a good 30 minutes, the Lorenzos finally showed up, taking the spotlight from everyone else. Francesco and his wife, Lucia, took their seats, but they didn’t come alone. They came with their three daughters, whom he hadn’t bothered to spare a glance at—but the youngest one… blonde hair, sea-blue eyes.

I felt my words hang in the air as though they meant nothing. Lorenzo scoffed and stood from his seat. He dropped the glass on the table and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I am a businessman, and I played my part real well. I have fully acquired you as my property with no chances of opposition or interference from any member of your family, let alone you.” “I am not your property! I will never be!” “My patience is running thin with you, Amelia,” Lorenzo said through gritted teeth. He exhaled heavily and turned to the stairs. “Your parents' burial is tomorrow. Your mother's corpse was discovered in the river this evening.”

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?”

Fierce in action but friendly by heart. Mr. Lorenzo De Steffano is an Italian billionaire who owns several companies, hotels and businesses. It was his second visit to the town. "Asher!"Lorenzo calls out to his son. "Dad, I'll be with you soon. I just want to get some clothes on", Asher responded. He was Lorenzo's only living child. His siblings were killed in a plane crash traveling to Japan after their father asked them not to. It was a bitter experience for his family. Asher was his third child. His wife, Helen was very much alive but never really stayed with the family. She spent time touring. Currently, she is in Brazil having a fun time.

“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.”

He leaned back, tapping ash onto the dirty floor. “You ever wonder why Lorenzo means more to me than those other two fuck-ups?” His voice cut sharp, like he wasn’t really asking. Zia tilted her head, unsure if she wanted the answer. Grandpa lit another drag, his face shadowed in the glow. “The man who fathered Raymond and Henry? Not even my blood,” he said flatly. “That was my in-law. My daughter—Lorenzo’s mother—was married to him. A spineless bastard I never trusted, but she loved him, and who was I to interfere? Until she got sick.”

“The Byers. They should know who their new daughter-in-law is, don’t you know? I mean, she was still married until two days ago, and I bet they do not know that.” Maxwell curved her lips into a knowing smile and then clapped her hands together as she understood where her mother was heading too. She covered the space between her and her mother like she was about to tell her a secret and then whispered, “Actually… we might not be the only one who wants her out, you know?” “Really?” “I have heard in the past before that Lorenzo does not get along with his stepmother and step-siblings. Of course, it is just a rumor, but… what if?”

he declared sharply, his words dripping with a quiet intensity. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Gerald lurks around for a minute, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for potential listeners. Then, his voice low and laced with a hint of caution, he dropped the bombshell. "I think the hit bears the mark of the Lorenzos," he spoke sternly, his tone a mixture of conviction and trepidation. The Lorenzos have been my worst nightmare ever since I became the richest billionaire in London Dockland and owned many manufacturing companies in London and California.

He should have been a military man with the kind of heavy punch he throws. "You should be ashamed of yourself, son. You left your parents for several months, cutting all contact with us just because we cut your long, excessive tail short. Only to come back now and put up an act in front of your woman. When are you going to stop being irresponsible and unreasonable... Huh?" He asked. Lorenzo huffed, fisting his fingers. "I gave up my life and found love just like you've all wanted. Isn't that enough points for me? What wrong did I do, father?" He asked, angrily.

The Earl of Berkshire was fortunate to have four sons. Vincent Duncan and his wife, Amanda Duncan, lived out in the countryside south of London. Their closest neighbor was the Marquess of Reading. They lived with their only son, Francis. Robert and Julia Ravenport took pride in their appearance and never socialized with those lower than them. It was no surprise that Francis was promised to the Duke of Havenshire before she was born.