Brunetti's Secret Son
‘Marry me. Then our son will know the protection of my name.’Romeo Brunetti survived his childhood and found meteoric success by locking down emotion. Until, in a moment of recklessness years ago, he lost himself to stunning stranger Maisie O’Connell. Now his family’s legacy has returned to haunt him – and the child he unknowingly conceived…Maisie doesn’t know which is more shocking – Romeo’s return or his proposal of marriage! She’ll do anything to protect her son, but can she risk surrendering once more to the enigmatic father of her child?
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Romeoâs grip tightened and one finger caught her chin and raised her face to his spear-sharp gaze. Her stomach knotted at the savage determination on his face.
She shook her head, her insides growing colder by the second. âBut you canât guarantee that, can you? Or you wouldnât be here with six bodyguards in tow.â
âThereâs one way to ensure your safety,â he said, his gaze raking her face as if he wanted to pull the answer from her even before heâd asked the question.
âWhatâs that?â she murmured.
âYou will marry me. Then you and our son will know the protection of my name.â
There are some things money canât buy â¦
Living life at lightning pace, these magnates are no strangers to stakes at their highest. It seems theyâve got it all ⦠That is until they find out that thereâs an unplanned item to add to their list of accomplishments!
Achieved:
1. Successful business empire
2. Beautiful women in their bed
3. An heir to bear their name�
Though every billionaire needs to leave his legacy in safe hands, discovering a secret heir shakes up his carefully orchestrated plan in more ways than one!
Uncover their secrets in:
Unwrapping the Castelli Secret by Caitlin Crews Brunettiâs Secret Son by Maya Blake
Look out for more stories in
The Secret Heirs of Billionaires series in 2016!
MAYA BLAKEâS hopes of becoming a writer were born when she picked up her first romance aged thirteen. Little did she know her dream would come true! Does she still pinch herself every now and then, to make sure itâs not a dream? Yes, she does!
Feel free to pinch her too, via Twitter, Facebook or Goodreads! Happy reading!
Contents
Secret Heirs of Billionaires
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
EPILOGUE
THE HIDEOUS MANSION was just as heâd recalled in his nightmares, the gaudy orange exterior clashing wildly with the massive blue shutters. The only thing that didnât quite gel with the picture before him was the blaze of the sun glinting off the grotesquely opulent marble statues guarding the entry gates.
Romeo Brunettiâs last memory of this place had been in the chilling rain, his threadbare clothes sticking to his skin as heâd huddled in the bushes outside the gates. A part of him had prayed he wouldnât be discovered, the other more than a tiny bit hopeful that discovery would mean the end to all the suffering, the hunger, the harrowing pain of rejection that ate his thirteen-year-old body alive from morning to night. Back then he wouldâve welcomed the beating his reluctant rescuer had received for daring to return Romeo to this place. Because the beating would have ended in oblivion, and the bitterness coursing through his veins like acid would have been no more.
Unfortunately, the fates had decreed otherwise. Heâd hidden in the bushes, cold and near catatonic, until the ever-present hunger had forced him to move.
Romeo stared up at the spears clutched in the hands of the statues, recalling his fatherâs loud-bellied boast of them being made of solid gold.
The man whoâd called him a bastard and a waste of space to his face. Right before heâd instructed his minion to throw him out and make sure he never returned. That he didnât care whether the spawn of the whore heâd rutted with in an alleyway in Palermo lived or died, as long as he, Agostino Fattore, the head of the ruling crime family, didnât have to see the boyâs face again.
No...not his father.
The man didnât deserve that title.
Romeoâs hands tightened on the steering wheel of his Ferrari and he wondered for the thousandth time why heâd bothered to come to this place. Why heâd let a letter heâd shredded in a fit of cold rage seconds after reading it compel him into going back on the oath heâd made to himself over two decades ago. He looked over to the right where the towering outer wall to the late Agostino Fattoreâs estate rose into the sky, and sure enough, the bush was exactly as he remembered it, its leafy branches spread out, offering the same false sanctuary.
For a wild moment, Romeo fought the strong urge to lunge out of the car and rip the bush out of the earth with his bare hands, tear every leaf and branch to shreds. Tightening his jaw, he finally lowered his window and punched in the code his memory had cynically retained.
As the gates creaked open, he questioned again why he was doing this. So what if the letter had hinted at something else? What could the man whose rejection had been brutally cold and complete have to offer him in death that heâd failed so abjectly to offer in life?
