Page 1 of Secret Seduction

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Lorenzo

One-point-two million.

That’s how much the mother of my son stole from me.

I was warned that she would fuck me over, but my bleeding heart didn’t listen.

So, when she showed up at my door with a baby in tow, I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt.

“Lorenzo, how do you want to go about handling this?” Eddy—the tech genius I keep on retainer—asks over the phone just as the woman in question flits through the door, dressed head to toe in Saint Laurent. Her hair is freshly dyed, and her nails and toes are a different color than they were when she left this morning.

“Leave it there—for now—and send me proof,” I tell him.

I hang up and glance at Hillary Sparks—the woman I was once upon a time engaged to. She showed up in Harbor Point, batted her long lashes, and convinced me that we were meant to be.

I didn’t think twice about moving her into my condo in downtown North Harbor Point.

Putting a massive ring on her finger—she’d picked it out, of course.

And when she offered to be my assistant after my previous one quit unexpectedly—who I later learned was paid off to leave—I was grateful to her.

But what I didn’t know was that she was working with my enemy, Enrique Rothschild, to take over and destroy my family’s multibillion-dollar real estate company.

Enrique was the son of Joseph Rothschild, my father’s childhood friend. Joseph slept with the woman my father was in love with years ago, resulting in her getting pregnant and causing a permanent rift in their friendship, which ended with my father killing Joseph and Enrique seeking revenge for his father’s death.

Hillary was paid by Enrique to extract information out of me.

And she succeeded.

Enrique had everything he needed at his fingertips to tear the company apart.

But he didn’t stop there.

He screwed over my sister, Dani, by claiming to love her.

Had me and my best friend and business partner, Matteo Antonov, arrested and thrown into jail.

He gained control of the company and almost destroyed it.

Thankfully, he failed.

Matteo handled the Hillary situation for me—while I was still in jail—ensuring she was out of my condo and the locks were changed.

Then he saved my sister from the asshole—while putting a bullet in his skull and ending his miserable excuse of a life.

Matteo and Dani fell in love, and when I got out from behind bars, I gained a brother-in-law and lost a fiancée.

“Lorenzo,” Hillary coos, bringing me back to the present, “is everything okay?”

I stifle a laugh at her loaded question and take a sip of my whiskey, craving the burn as it slides down my throat and calms me.

Everything was okay.

I might’ve been heartbroken and a bit jaded from Hillary fucking me over. But I was moving forward, focusing on the business and my sister, who was getting ready to give birth to my niece—until Hillary appeared back in my life.

I look over at my son, Leonardo Sparks—he doesn’t even have my last name because the bitch gave him hers or a middle name because she didn’t want to be bothered, both of which are already in the works to be rectified—but I can’t regret everything that happened because it led me to having my son. And I’ll never regret him.