Reunited With Her Italian Billionaire
Married for the baby…Brianna’s marries Italian tycoon, Marco Dirici for their baby’s sake. But when he can’t give her love, she runs to New York with her son. Then Marco arrives, determined to reclaim his family!
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It started with a marriage for their baby...
Now Marcoâs backâto claim his wife for real!
Briannaâs marriage to Italian tycoon Marco Dirici was for the sake of their unexpected baby. But Brianna needs the one thing sheâs realized Marco can never give herâlove. Fleeing to New York with her young son, Brianna tries to forget the magic of her husbandâs touch. Until Marco arrives on her doorstep, determined to reclaim his family!
NINA SINGH lives just outside of Boston, USA, with her husband, children, and a very rambunctious Yorkie. After several years in the corporate world she finally followed the advice of family and friends to âgive the writing a go, alreadyâ. Sheâs oh-so-happy she did. When not at her keyboard she likes to spend time on the tennis court or golf course. Or immersed in a good read.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07726-2
REUNITED WITH HER ITALIAN BILLIONAIRE
© 2018 Nilay Nina Singh
Published in Great Britain 2018
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To my parentsâyou always said I could.
Contents
SHE SHOULD HAVE known he would come.
The dark, commanding man at her back door was the last person Brianna wanted to see. Though she should have guessed. Marco Dirici had a knack for showing up in her life unbidden and unwelcome.
Brianna peeked through the side window again. She knew it was him. The voice had confirmed it. Still, she couldnât help but wish that maybe if she looked again it would be someone else standing there.
No such luck. It was definitely Marco, in the flesh. Not that she was surprised. He wasnât the kind of man to stay away.
Brianna looked down at the worn gray T-shirt she was wearing and swiped at the dark smudges under her eyes. Great. Six long months since sheâd last seen him and he had to catch her on a morning when she looked her absolute worst.
But what did it matter anyhow? She no longer cared what she looked like in front of Marco. Except that he was immaculate as usual. The leather jacket he wore brought out the black of his eyes. His dark hair fell over his forehead the way she remembered. It hadnât been that long ago that sheâd taken great pleasure in gently stroking that wayward lock off his face, only to have it fall forward again.
âBrianna, open the door. I know youâre in there.â His voice sounded from the other side of the door, dripping with that sexy Italian accent that haunted her dreams.
âCara, open the door,â Marco repeated. âI donât want to have to ring the bell. Little Enzo is probably still sleeping.â
At the mention of her son, Brianna forgot all about her appearance and her apprehension. Two-year-old Lorenzo was the reason Marco was here.
Slowly, she unlatched the lock and stepped aside to let her husband in.
Marco brushed past her without so much as a glance.
