Lorenzo Berkshire Parents Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Do you know why Lorenzo hasn't unleashed an attack on you? It's because your father has been trying to keep him calm, and trust me, it hasn't been easy.” “Oh, that's so sweet,” I give my father a brief glance before turning to my mother. “Well, I think he's been doing a bad job, because Lorenzo has been going after my business.” The reason he hasn't succeeded is because I have spy who keeps me informed and puts us a step ahead. I can't tell my parents that, of course, because it's very obvious where their loyalty lies. “Lorenzo is furious at you,” says father. “Well, that's not news. If he raised her daughter well not to be greedy, then we wouldn't be here, right?”

When she left, I instructed the guards accompanying her to let me know as soon as she was inside the house and safely with her parents. I got the cue about twenty minutes later and the rest of us started getting ready for war. I tried to talk some sense into Lorenzo, but he went behind my back to pull me down. I was going to do the same thing to him, only that where he failed, I would succeed. Lorenzo made the attack too easy for us. The f****r was throwing a remembrance party for his beloved daughter. The party was too lavish for someone who had just lost a child, but what did I know? Last I checked, he didn’t exactly love the child’s mother.

"Dad ! Lucia's pregnant with your baby!" Antonio screamed as he hurled the paternity test report at Lorenzo. Lorenzo didn't look surprised at all. All he said was, "The Vinci family needs an heir." "So, you got in bed with Lucia?" Antonio roared. "Mom knew from the start, didn't she? Answer me!" Lorenzo avoided his gaze and said, "Your mom was too stubborn, and I can have a child with whoever I choose since you'll inherit most of my assets…"

"Dating my daughter. How are you okay with this when you know exactly who she is?" Julian frowns, looking genuinely confused. "Sir? I... I know she’s a... I know your family is... influential. I don't see the problem." "Gold digger." Lorenzo. The bastard... "I—I’m sorry?" Julian stammers, his face flushing red. "I'm not—I have my own plans. My own career—" "Hmm... okay," Lorenzo replies again. Dad snaps. "I do the interrogating and you shut up."

"They're reopening bids for the port contracts. The construction deals are terminated. Yesterday, their men blocked our land acquisition in the South District." Every word was a hammer blow. "I'm sorry, Father." "Sorry?" Lorenzo sneered. "Do you know what this means, Isabella? This war between our families is a sign of weakness. The other players will see an opportunity. They'll start testing us." "I know," I whispered. "And that Dante boy is treating Clara like a damn queen." Lorenzo got up and paced to the window. "He took her to Bulgari yesterday and ordered a half-million-dollar jewelry set. Today they're in Milan, getting her fitted for a wedding dress."

she whispered. Lorenzo flicked his cold gaze toward her. "Years ago. Before the arrangement was permanently called off." *Bianca.* The name echoed instantly through Lorrie's mind. She had never known, never even suspected, that Lorenzo had once been formally betrothed to the Moretti heiress. Lorenzo turned back to the screen, his tone clinical. "The older woman wearing that exact emerald ring in my memory... was standing directly beside Bianca Moretti's mother."