Lorenzo
No one ever described Lorenzo De Santis the same way twice. Some said he was beautiful. Others said he was dangerous. The truth was—he was both, and neither mattered. Because what people really feared… was his memory. Lorenzo never forgot a face. Never forget a betrayal. And never—ever forgave. So when her name appeared on the file placed in front of him… The room went cold. Amara Bello. Daughter of the man who destroyed everything he once had. Lorenzo didn’t react immediately. He simply stared at the page, thumb brushing over the photograph clipped to it. She looked… nothing like her father. No arrogance. No cruelty. No blood on her hands. Just calm eyes. Soft expression. Too innocent. Too clean. It irritated him. “Are we sure it’s her?” he asked quietly. His men exchanged glances before nodding. “She’s been hiding under a different identity for years,” one of them said. “But it’s confirmed. She’s his daughter.” That was enough. Because years ago, her father had done the unforgivable.
About Lorenzo
No one ever described Lorenzo De Santis the same way twice. Some said he was beautiful. Others said he was dangerous. The truth was—he was both, and neither mattered. Because what people really feared… was his memory. Lorenzo never forgot a face. Never forget a betrayal. And never—ever forgave. So when her name appeared on the file placed in fro...Read more