âHow could you seriously think that I would marry you?â he demanded with incredulous bite.
âNaturally I can understand why you would prefer that option. The divorce settlement would be worth millions, and we both know that although you hide it well thereâs nothing you wouldnât do for that amount of money!â
Barely able to credit that she was having such a conversion with Valente, Caroline fixed affronted grey eyes on him. âI thought pre-nuptial agreements dealt with that sort of threat these days. I know you donât believe it, but I donât want your wretched moneyââ
âThereâs no way I would stoop to the level of marrying you!â Valente spelt out with disdainful emphasis. âYouâre a lying, deceitful, mercenary little witch. Get the idea of marriage right out of your head now.â
Caroline kept her head high. âIâm afraid itâs the only option I could acceptââ
âBut what would I get out of it, apart from a sense of self-sacrifice?â he fielded with unconcealed scorn, outraged by her cheek in even suggesting that idea when she had stood him up at the altar five years earlier.
âAccept that I will never be your mistress, Valente. Evidently weâve reached stalemate.â Tilting her chin, Caroline opened the door and walked out on to the landing with as much dignity as she could muster.
âI would want a childâ¦â
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âITâS all yours, signed, sealed and deliveredâ¦the business and the house and land,â the lawyer confirmed.
When Valente Lorenzatto smiled, his enemies took cover. Even his employees had learned to fear the rough passage that might lie ahead. Darkness invariably shadowed that smile and lent it a wolfish quality of threat. While he contemplated the documents set before him, the set of his wide, sensual mouth gave his breathtakingly handsome face a distinctly chilling quality. âExcellent work, Umberto.â
âIt is your own work,â the older man pointed out. âYour acquisition plan was a triumph.â
Umberto would have given more than his annual bonus, however, to learn exactly why his fabulously wealthy employer had devoted so much time and energy to the planned downfall and purchase of an English transport firm and a piece of private property, neither of which appeared to be of sufficient financial or strategic value to justify his interest. Umberto doubted the wild rumour that Valente might once have worked there in the days before his first big deal. It was only after the high point of the latter that the haughty Barbieri family had finally chosen to recognise Valente as Count Ettore Barbieriâs illegitimate grandson.
That particular revelation had caused a public sensation, very much in keeping with Valenteâs colourful lifestyle and his even more spectacular rise to prominence with a series of bold takeovers. Valente was exceptionally clever, and extraordinarily successful in business, but he was even more renowned for his ruthlessness. The Barbieri clan had been very lucky to find a golden goose like him in the family tree at a time when their fortunes had been in need of restoration. Valenteâs success in that field had proved to be of little comfort to his long-lost relatives, however, when Old Man Barbieri had begun to idolise his grandchild for his dazzling achievements. The Count had ultimately disinherited his other descendents so that he could leave everything he owned, bar his title, to Valente instead.
That development had provided months of tabloid coverage about Valente, who had been asked to take the family name to qualify for his massive inheritance. And, Valente being Valenteâa rebel who did not stand for being told to do anythingâhad gone to court with the argument that he was very proud of his late motherâs unremarkable surname, Lorenzatto, and that it would be an offence to her memory and all she had done for him to discard it. Mothers across Italy had lauded him for his attitude. He had won his case to become one of the most illustrious billionaires in the land, regularly consulted for his opinion by the great and good, with his pronouncements quoted in every part of the media. He was, of course, extremely photogenic and media savvy.
Having dismissed Umberto, and other members of his personal staff, Valente took the air on one of the splendid stone balconies that overlooked the busy thoroughfare of Veniceâs Grand Canal. The Barbieri family had been hugely shocked when heâd taken the ancient Palazzo Barbieri back to its medieval merchant roots and renovated it to act as his business headquarters, just as it had been originally used in the fourteenth century. He had retained only part of the vast, imposing property for accommodation. Valente was a Venetian born and bred, before he was an Italian, and he had kept faith with his late grandfather, Ettore, in doing what had to be done to preserve the