The air at breakfast the following morning was still thick with tension. The unobtrusive staff had set out the usual Sunday morning breakfast buffet on the sunny patio next to the pool before disappearing into the woodwork. Lorenzo didn't like distractions on Sunday mornings, so he preferred not to see the staff, and usually, even though he insisted Sarah have all meals with him for appearances' sake, he ignored Sarah in favor of his Sunday Times. That morning, despite his usual barrier of the newspaper up between him and the rest of the world-meaning Sarah —she could all but feel Lorenzo’s fury. After an unbearably tense half hour, Lorenzo balled the paper up between his fists and tossed it aside before glaring at Sarah across the glass table. "I want to know exactly where you were yesterday Sarah ," he demanded. "Why do you even care?" Sarah asked tiredly. "You've certainly disappeared without explanation enough times for the both of us." "We're not talking about me
Making a drink, Lorenzo walked to their bedroom, meticulously appointed by the designer, but hardly welcoming, despite Sarah’s obvious efforts to introduce some color and soft fabrics. Everything sparkling clean. Did she spend her days dusting and vacuuming? Scrubbing? One of the corners had been converted to a makeshift office, and she studied the small laptop on the table by the window, the files neatly stacked beside it. Lorenzo reached out to open one before allowing his hand to fall away,he was about to turn back, before he noticed a page peeking from between the laptop, this time he couldn't help himself and took it out, it had Sarah’s elegant cursive handwriting, and another writing a messy scrawl caught his attention, and then the words written their, and his breath caught his throat when he read those scribbled notes.. "DIVORCE PETITION." "irreconcilable differences," "lack of communication," "emotional neglect." He frantically looks through the drawers and find
"Yes...that damned girl can't do anything right, can she?" her father suddenly grated, and Sarah’s head came up when she realized that they were talking about her. What on earth did..? "The one thing you'd expect an omega to be able to do and she botched even that." Oh God! Sarah finally understood what they had been referring to in such dry terms and she nearly doubled over in pain. "No one was to blame for what happened," Lorenzo shocked her by saying, but not for one second Sarah could believe that he actually meant it. "It was just one of those things." Lorenzo said after a pause. "Regardless," her father dismissed. "Sire an alpha on the brat and be done with it. Surely the task shouldn't be too difficult for a strapping young alpha like you? After that, you're most welcome to obtain your divorce and live happily ever after with Martina , that alpha woman of yours. 'The love of your life, that's what the press once called Sarah , right?" Martina? Sarah didn't
Sarah tried to view her features objectively, but all she could see were too large eyes framed by long, red eyelashes, a straight nose that wasn't too big or too small, high cheekbones that sometimes made her face look gaunt when she was tired and lips that looked too big for her narrow oval face. Nothing impressive-just an ordinary face that looked tired and strained at the moment, she pushed her long hair out of her eyes and was startled when Lorenzo’s reflection appeared in the mirror behind her. "I'm going to visit Elisa," Sarah told him. "Why?" he asked sharply, and Sarah shrugged, and said nothing. "I thought..." Lorenzo hesitated and Sarah’s eyes snapped up to his face in surprise. The hesitation was so unusual in her supremely confident husband. "I thought that we could go out somewhere and have lunch together. We haven't done that in a while." "Try never," Sarah half laughed incredulously. It was a laugh filled with misery and grief, and Lorenzo’s brows beetled s
"I thought I'd join you all for lunch." Lorenzo shrugged, nodding apologetically to a still-gaping Elisa. "May I sit down?" He indicated the sofa was Sarah occupying. "Yeah, if you may." Luke nodded, scowling. "No!" Both Elisa and Sarah yelled at the same time luke agreed. Lorenzo smiled humorlessly before choosing to ignore their vehement rejection and sitting down beside Sarah. Sarah shield as far away from him as she could, but Lorenzo chose to ignore that too. He leaned forward and placed his elbows on his spread thighs, with his large, masculine hands dangling down between his legs. He focused intently on Elisa. "How have you been, Elisa ?" he asked gently, and Sarah could sense Luke bristling. Elisa couldn't stand Lorenzo at all; she hated his coldness toward Sarah . Only Sarah’s edict that Luke and Elisa not interfere in her marriage kept Elisa civil around Lorenzo . Luke had known almost since the beginning that Lorenzo and Sarah’s marriage was troubled, and whi
"Of course I wouldn't take him from you." Lorenzo shook his head, sending his heart plummeting. "I wouldn't be that cruel. Naturally you'd maintain custody." Sarah shut her eyes to shield her agony from Lorenzo, and Sarah felt her scalding tears seep down her cheeks. "How very... magnanimous of you," she whispered. "To be so desperate for something only to give it up in the end. “You're so much more generous than I gave you credit for. How often would you want to see him?" "I would naturally move back to Italy, so I would probably see him two or three times a year. It is what you want, right? Less contact with me?" Sarah inhaled deeply and her brow furrowed. Two or three times a year? That was all the time Lorenzo was prepared to spend with a child who was his? Sarah opened her eyes and met Lorenzo’s gaze squarely. "Like I said before, you're being quite generous, but it's all moot anyway because I have no intention of having a baby with you!" "You're being very child
The house was dark and quiet when Sarah got home, with no seething Lorenzo waiting at the front door this time, just echoing silence as she made her way upstairs and back into the spare bedroom. After a hot shower, Sarah collapsed into bed and didn't stir until the following morning, when she woke to bright sunlight. She sat up in confusion as she tried to get her bearings and saw that she wasn't in the spare bedroom anymore. She was back in the master suite and a glance down at the empty space next to her confirmed that Lorenzo had indeed slept beside her. Sarah peeked down at herself and was relieved to note that she still had on the T-shirt she had worn to bed. She checked the clock and groaned when she discovered that she had slept till nearly ten in the morning. Pushing the tumbled mass of her hair out of her face, Sarah got up and was alarmed when the room started spinning wildly. She stumbled forward before reaching for the headboard of the bed and steadying herself.
"Don't touch that!" Sarah snapped impatiently when Lorenzo lifted a pair of cutters that had cost the earth to import. "You design jewelry," Lorenzo whispered in astonishment, his eyes lifting to meet hers and Sarah’s own gaze fluttered away. "Yeah, I do," she ventured nervously, waving at the large portfolio Lorenzo had lifted from one of her other workstations. Sarah had the drawing board for designing, a work table for actually making the jewelry, a small cutting table for cutting wire and shaping semi-precious stones, and her desk, which housed her laptop, for paperwork and correspondence. Lorenzo continued to flip through her portfolio with an absorbed frown, occasionally lingering on a page before moving on. Sarah stood in front of him, fidgeting, waiting for the scathing put down that would undoubtedly follow. Lorenzo suddenly turned the open book toward her. "This is your cousin's engagement set," he observed, tapping at the picture of the diamond and white gold earri
It was three months later and Sarah headed down to the kitchen for breakfast and found her husband already seated at the table, newspaper in hand. He'd already dressed Luciana and had her little baby carrier placed on the table in front of him. Luciana was asleep and Lorenzo was so absorbed in his paper that he didn't notice Sarah at first. It was Ms. Brown day off, so Lorenzo had fixed himself a bowl of cereal, toast, and some coffee. Sarah smiled at the sight of them, her heart overflowing with affection for them both. "Good morning," Sarah greeted cheerfully as she headed over to the breakfast nook. Sarah dropped a kiss on the baby's cheek and then, after the briefest of hesitations, one on her husband's lean cheek. While Sarah was a lot more affectionate these days, Sarah still felt a certain reserve around Lorenzo, not sure if she could touch and kiss her husband as freely as he did to her. Sarah knew she was being silly, but she seemed unable to overcome her emotional ba
Lorenzo smiled bittersweetly. "I know you don't believe me yet," he whispered. "But I'll make it my life's work to convince you." Lorenzo bent his head and kissed Sarah gently, his lips moist, gentle, and sweet on Sarah’s. Lorenzo raised his head much too quickly, and Sarah went up on her toes to prolong the contact. "Enzo..." Sarah didn't know what to say, but Lorenzo shook his head and smiled gently. "It's okay. I just wanted you to know." Lorenzo kissed her again, a little bit more urgently this time. Sarah’s dormant hormones sprang to life in an instant, and she pushed closer to Lorenzo, deliberately rubbing herself against Lorenzo’s hardening cock. Lorenzo deepened the kiss, his tongue plunging into Sarah’s mouth in clumsy desperation, and her lack of finesse made Lorenzo even hungrier for her. "The doctor gave me the all-clear for sex last week," Sarah reminded Lorenzo, and he groaned at Sarah’s urgent words. "I didn't tell you how I felt because I was trying to
The thin sound of a distressed infant's wail jerked Sarah from a restless sleep. She sat up and fought her way out of bed before groggily trudging to the nursery. When she got there she blinked up at the already-present Lorenzo who was cradling their crying daughter tenderly in his strong arms. He was wearing only a pair of boxers and held the tiny baby up against his strong, naked chest. He was crooning gently to her and Sarah was transfixed by the sweet picture they presented. Lorenzo looked up and saw Sarah standing in the doorway. Lorenzo’s hair was messy and standing up in spikes. "Hey." Lorenzo smiled over at her. "I was hoping you'd sleep through this. You looked exhausted earlier. I don't think she's hungry. Just cranky. I think her wet nappy woke her up. I changed her and she's all dry and comfy now, but she hasn't worked the bad mood out of her system yet." Sarah walked over to them and peered over one bulging bicep into Luciana’s scrunched-up little face and smil
"I think it's time you left, Father," Sarah said voice rigid with pain, and her father sneered one last time before he pivoted on his heel and strode from the room. "Don't you dare believe what he just said, cara," Lorenzo whispered rawly, focusing his desperate glare on her. "Don't you dare!" "I know that you love her, Lorenzo," Sarah whispered. Lorenzo wasn't sure if she meant the baby or Martina, and Sarah could tell by the look of uncertainty on Lorenzo’s face that he wasn't sure either and so he was at a loss as to how to respond. "Would you try to take her from me?" "NO!" Lorenzo practically screamed, and the baby startled. Sarah soothed her with slight rocking motions until she started suckling again. Lorenzo reined in his temper and gentled his voice with visible effort. "I wouldn't do that to you. Cara I'd never hurt you like that." Lorenzo looked stupefied and hurt at the question. "But you want her..." Again the ambiguity and Lorenzo’s frown deepened. "If y
Sarah awoke to the sound of angry, hushed voices and blinked groggily as she tried to get her bearings. "I don't want you anywhere near her." Sarah heard Lorenzo hiss furiously and tried to concentrate on the drama unfolding in her doorway where she could see two large men silhouetted. One was unmistakably Lorenzo, and the other...she narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to focus a bit better. It looked like her father. "She's my daughter and I'll damned well see her when I want to," the other man blustered, confirming that he was, indeed, John Malik. "So that you can damage her more than you already have?" Lorenzo asked, almost shaking with rage. "I won't let you get close enough to hurt her like that again. And you can forget about getting that heir you want anytime soon. I refuse to give you that pleasure." "Well, then stay married to her until you do, or give up the vineyard," her father sneered. "The vineyard never meant as much to me as it did my father. You can ha
Sarah’s water broke four hours later, and Sarah was moved to the delivery room. Sarah and Lorenzo hadn't exchanged any further meaningful conversation, he'd just continued to soothe Sarah and coach her through the ever-increasing pain. Sarah didn't ever say it but she was pretty grateful to have her husband there. Even though Lorenzo was as nervous and edgy as a cat in a barrel between contractions, he was a solid rock during them. Four intensely nerve-wracking, sweaty, and pain-riddled hours later, during which time Lorenzo supported her, swore at her doctors, threatened the nurses, and seemed to come close to breaking down into tears on several occasions, Sarah finally gave one last painful push. There was a rush of activity at the foot of the bed as Sarah felt an overwhelming flood of relief. Lorenzo’s eyes remained glued to her face, bright and feverish above the surgical mask they had forced him to wear. He dragged down the mask and leaned down toward Sarah, until his mou
Lorenzo voice deepened and his face softened at the admission. His eyes were gentle as he registered the confusion on Sarah’s face. Was he saying he loved her? And if he was... did Sarah believe him? Sarah wasn't sure of the answer to either question, and a second later she didn't really care when she suddenly doubled over in pain. Lorenzo, Elisa, and Luke all surged forward in concern, but her husband got to her first. He had an arm around Sarah’s waist before Sarah could blink. "What's wrong?" he demanded hoarsely. Sarah grabbed his free hand in both of hers and squeezed it urgently as her entire body quivered in excruciating pain. After an eternal moment, the pain lessened and faded and she pushed her way upright, meeting Lorenzo’s frantic gaze with a panicky one of her own. "It's the baby," Sarah whispered in fear. "I think the baby's coming." "No, no, no." The naked panic and fear in Lorenzo’s eyes did nothing to alleviate Sarah’s own terror. "He can't be coming now
After arriving at Luke and Elisa’s home, Sarah decided to give the couple, who were walking on eggshells around her and trying to comfort her, a break from her presence by taking a nap. Sarah was just slipping into a troubled doze when she heard the unmistakable voice of her husband coming from a distance. She frowned and sat upright, pushing her tangled hair out of her face. Sarah tilted her head, not sure if her imagination was playing tricks on her, until she heard it again. It was Lorenzo, without a doubt, and he sounded desperate and agitated. Sarah got out of bed with some difficulty before waddling to the door on bare feet and opening it slightly. This time she could clearly make out Lorenzo’s voice. "I had nothing to do with that story," Lorenzo was protesting. "And I'll be damned if you keep me away from my family like this." "Sarah doesn't want to see you," Luke stated firmly, and there was a moment's charged silence. "Maybe not," Lorenzo conceded quietly. "Bu
Lorenzo had made good on his promise and had enlisted both Elisa and Ms. Brown aid in ensuring that Sarah took her vitamins and rested enough but that was the only promise he kept. A month passed with barely any word from Lorenzo, and his phone calls, the few that came, were rushed and impersonal and barely lasted three minutes. When Sarah tried to contact him, he was never available, or so the cold female voices on the other end of the line told her. Sarah had no choice but to take them at their word. Sarah kept track of Lorenzo’s movements through the news-online, televised, and printed. His father's death and Lorenzo subsequent taking over of the family's banking and investment empire were pretty hot news items and hardly a day went by that it wasn't mentioned in some form of news. There had been paparazzi coverage of the funeral; despite the media ban the family had put on proceedings, some intrepid photographer had managed to get a picture of Lorenzo standing over his fathe