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  ALSO BY RUTH CARDELLO

  CORISI BILLIONAIRES

  The Broken One

  THE WESTERLYS

  In the Heir

  Up for Heir

  Royal Heir

  Hollywood Heir

  Runaway Heir

  LONE STAR BURN

  Taken, Not Spurred

  Tycoon Takedown

  Taken Home

  Taking Charge

  THE LEGACY COLLECTION

  Maid for the Billionaire

  For Love or Legacy

  Bedding the Billionaire

  Saving the Sheikh

  Rise of the Billionaire

  Breaching the Billionaire: Alethea’s Redemption

  Recipe for Love (Holiday Novella)

  A Corisi Christmas (Holiday Novella)

  THE ANDRADES

  Come Away with Me

  Home to Me

  Maximum Risk

  Somewhere Along the Way

  Loving Gigi

  THE BARRINGTONS

  Always Mine

  Stolen Kisses

  Trade It All

  A Billionaire for Lexi

  Let It Burn

  More Than Love

  Forever Now

  Never Goodbye

  TRILLIONAIRES

  Prince Xander

  Virgin for a Trillionaire

  TEMPTATION SERIES

  Twelve Days of Temptation

  Be My Temptation

  BACHELOR TOWER SERIES

  Insatiable Bachelor

  Impossible Bachelor

  Undeniable Bachelor

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  Text copyright © 2020 by Ruth Cardello

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  ISBN-13: 9781542017046

  ISBN-10: 1542017041

  Cover design by Eileen Carey

  This book is dedicated to my friend Erin.

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  —Ruthie

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  CONTENTS

  My family tree

  NOTE TO MY READERS

  CHAPTER ONE JUDY CORISI’S FATHER, DOMINIC

  CHAPTER TWO MAURICIO

  CHAPTER THREE WREN

  CHAPTER FOUR MAURICIO

  CHAPTER FIVE WREN

  CHAPTER SIX WREN

  CHAPTER SEVEN MAURICIO

  CHAPTER EIGHT WREN

  CHAPTER NINE MAURICIO

  CHAPTER TEN WREN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN MAURICIO

  CHAPTER TWELVE WREN

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN MAURICIO

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN WREN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN MAURICIO

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN WREN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN MAURICIO

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN WREN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN MAURICIO

  CHAPTER TWENTY WREN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE MAURICIO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO WREN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE MAURICIO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR WREN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE MAURICIO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX WREN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN DOMINIC

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT MAURICIO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE WREN

  CHAPTER THIRTY MAURICIO

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE WREN

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO MAURICIO

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE WREN

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR MAURICIO

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE WREN

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX DOMINIC

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  NOTE TO MY READERS

  If you’re discovering me through this series, you may come across some names you’re not familiar with. These are Easter eggs, fun little finds, for readers who have been in my billionaire world since Maid for the Billionaire.

  Dominic Corisi kicked off my career in 2011. He was how so many readers first found me, and he has remained a favorite for many. Although this book is primarily about Mauricio and Wren, the series is also about Dominic finally finding his family. It wouldn’t be one of my romances if that was an easy journey.

  Secrets can tear families apart, or they can heal them.

  Some have to do one before they do the other.

  So come meet Dominic for a second time and discover why.

  CHAPTER ONE

  JUDY CORISI’S FATHER, DOMINIC

  Fresh from a meeting with the head of the Chinese division of his tech company, Dominic Corisi sat behind a large mahogany desk in his Upper Manhattan office. His phone beeped with a message from Jeremy Kater, one of his business partners: Meet me in WorkChat.

  He replied via text without hesitation. No.

  His phone rang a second later. “What do you have against WorkChat?” Jeremy asked in an amused tone.

  “Besides the fact that you installed my competition’s technology in my closet without my permission?”

  “You’re the one who says business is best done face-to-face. Plus, you know I modified it to meet our security needs.”

  “My issue with it isn’t security related. Virtual reality is not face-to-face. And I don’t care how you glorify holograms; I refuse to step into a closet to conduct business.” Technology didn’t intimidate Dominic. He’d built his fortune on it. No, the odd practices of the next generation did. Shortly after the install, he’d learned that one of his US-based team leaders had started using a filter that added a bunny face to Dominic when they spoke in WorkChat. Dominic brought that young man to his New York office to fire him in person, and he had yet to regret it. The man had shown up with a representative from human resources, like a child using a parent for protection. So Dominic had explained to both of them that real life doesn’t have a filter. It was harsh, ugly, and often unforgiving.

  I did that kid a favor. Weak never wins.

  Coming back to the moment, Dominic inquired about Jeremy’s wife. “How is Jeisa?”

  “She’s good. I thought she’d have more time now that Marie and Reesie are both in school, but she’s even busier. Yoga. Soccer. Karate. Marie can already kick my ass.”

  “Not a difficult feat, I’m sure,” Dominic joked, but there was no bite in his humor.

  “So grumpy. Is it because you miss us?”

  “That must be it,” Dominic said in a dry tone. There was a time when he wouldn’t have associated with someone like Jeremy. Despite the younger man’s success, he remained eager to please and eternally optimistic. Dominic’s childhood had left him too hardened to be able to stomach that type for long, but Jeremy was as loyal as he was brilliant. He’d earned his place at the table.

  Loyalty made almost any sin pardonable.

  Except fucking bunny ears.

  Dominic’s wife, Abby, had convinced him to rehire the young man and put him un
der Jake Walton’s tutelage. Dominic didn’t regret that either.

  No one became one of the richest men in the world by playing nice, but for the past ten years, ever since Abigail Dartley had walked into his life and turned it upside down, Dominic had tried to be the man she deserved. Before her, he’d only known love to be fragile and angry—vindictive. That wasn’t the way Abby loved. She’d raised her sister, Lil, after the death of their parents. She was strong, stable, infinitely patient. For her, love was a commitment . . . and a privilege. And he was a better man because of her.

  Without her, vengeance had been his family.

  She’d given him not only a daughter but also a second chance to be the brother to Nicole he always should have been. Without Abby, he would never have forgiven his mother.

  His life was full of family—some by blood, many by choice.

  A man like that was grateful enough to rehire someone he swore would never work for him again and not feel less for doing it. I did make sure the kid left my office near tears and with a full understanding of what would happen if I heard he so much as whispered about why I’d fired him.

  Love had softened Dominic’s heart, but he was still Dominic.

  “Did you call for a reason?” Dominic prodded.

  “Yes. This isn’t an easy conversation for me—”

  “Just say it. Did you crash a server? Violate a government treaty?” Whatever it was, there was a solution. Jeremy worried too much. Almost everything was fixable.

  “It’s about Judy.”

  Dominic tensed at the mention of his ten-year-old daughter. “What about her?” Nothing mattered to Dominic more than his wife and child. Not his business. Not his life. They were his Achilles’ heel.

  Jeremy continued, “I promised Judy I wouldn’t say anything, but I have children, and if they were doing something like this . . . I’d want to know.”

  “Doing what?” Dominic growled the words between his clenched teeth.

  “Don’t get all worked up. It’s not really bad. Well, it could be bad, but nothing has happened yet. And really, who knows, it might end up being a good thing in the end.”

  “Just tell me,” Dominic roared.

  “I feel guilty breaking Judy’s confidence, but . . .”

  “Oh my fucking God—”

  “She asked me for help with a school assignment.”

  Jeremy’s announcement circled in Dominic’s head. He processed it through a filter of panic and fury. “If this is some kind of joke, I will kill you.”

  “She’s working on a family tree for you as a surprise.”

  “What?”

  “A family tree. You know—family, that thing you don’t like to talk about? She wanted to add more branches to it and asked Alethea to help her discover more about your family.”

  Breathe. Don’t punch the wall. Don’t crush the phone. Breathe. “And that was difficult for you to tell me because?”

  “Because Judy asked Alethea to help her first. Whatever Alethea found, she left no digital trace of it and told Judy she couldn’t help her with it anymore.”

  “Sounds like a wise choice.” Dominic walked to the large window of his office and stared out over the skyscrapers. He took another deep breath. Only a man with as many enemies as Dominic had would understand where his thoughts had taken him in the prior dark moments. No one is in danger. Relax. He knew his daughter had been assigned a family tree project the previous school year. She’d asked for his help with it, but there was a limit of what he wanted to remember . . . even for her. The past held too much pain.

  Judy hadn’t gotten a good grade on that assignment, and apparently that had bothered her enough to continue to work on it. She’s driven—like me.

  Dominic continued, “Now that you’ve started my day with a mild heart attack—”

  “Sorry about that, but I’m concerned. Alethea doesn’t stop. You know that. Once she starts digging, it’s an addiction to her. She found something. I’d bet my life she did. Did she say anything to you?”

  “No.”

  “See, that’s what has me worried. I’ve retraced her online steps. Her search took her all the way to Italy. Then nothing. I don’t like it. Alethea found something she couldn’t tell you—couldn’t tell Judy either. But what?”

  “You’re overthinking this. Alethea is a new mother. Her focus naturally switched to that over playing private eye.”

  “You’re not curious about what she found? You might have family in Italy.”

  “I have all the family I need.” The only peace Dominic found was by focusing on the present and those he loved today. The past only filled him with questions he couldn’t answer. Extended family? Which side did he want to learn more about? His violent, abusive father’s family? No. His mother’s? Although she was back in his life and he’d forgiven her, she’d left her children when they’d most needed her, and they’d suffered for more than a decade . . . not knowing if she was dead or alive.

  Did he need more like either of them in his life?

  The answer was easy—hell no.

  “What should I tell Judy?”

  “I’ll send you a few names to give her. Done.” As calm returned, he added, “And thank you for bringing the matter to me. I won’t betray your confidence to Judy. It’s important for her to have people she feels she can turn to.”

  “We love her. We love you too. Anything you need. You know that, Dom.”

  “Okay. Tell Jeisa I said hello.”

  “I will. And you really don’t want to know what Alethea found in Italy?”

  “I really don’t want to know. And if I ever do want to, I’ll ask her.”

  “Sounds good. Hey, let’s lighten the mood. I heard the funniest joke this morning. Want to hear it?”

  Dominic ended the call without hesitation and pocketed his phone. He rubbed his chin and sighed. He’d have to say something to Abby about this. She wouldn’t like that Judy was keeping secrets from them.

  When it came to parenting, he and his wife often disagreed on how they saw situations. He’d learned, though, to discuss their differences in private and show only a united front to their daughter. In most cases, Dominic deferred to Abby when it came to doling out consequences.

  Despite being ten, Judy would always be his little princess.

  Proof that the world was capable of good.

  His little angel had convinced one of his security team, Alethea, to conduct a covert operation they both knew he wouldn’t approve of.

  And when Alethea had failed to produce results . . . had Judy let that stop her? No. Instead, she’d contacted one of the world’s most talented hackers and enlisted his help.

  Dominic smiled.

  That’s my little girl.

  CHAPTER TWO

  MAURICIO

  A major life crossroads—I found myself at one again.

  This time, however, my path forward was less clear.

  Returning to Paris had been a mistake. The city was full of fun, wild memories for me, but none that fit with the man I’d become. It was also frustrating as hell that the friend who had asked me for help was completely ghosting me.

  “Felix didn’t make our meeting,” I said into my phone, not even attempting to hide my irritation. My brother Sebastian no longer needed to be coddled. He was in a much better place than he’d been in a long time. Heather and her daughter, Ava, had given him his second wind. “He’s not answering texts or calls. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here.”

  “Have you checked the hospitals?” Sebastian asked. His thoughts naturally went to the worst-case scenario. I understood why, but it didn’t fit this situation.

  “My guess is that he is somewhere sleeping off a hangover. His father might be right about him not having what it takes to assume any role at their family’s company.”

  “Have you spoken to his father?”

  “Since arriving? No. Over the years—plenty. He doesn’t think Felix is responsible enough, so he gave him a small p
roject with which he could prove himself without doing any real damage. Felix said he wanted to wow his father . . . bring in a client that would impress him . . . which is why I’m here. I lined up contacts to introduce him to.”

  “You and Felix used to be tight. I’m sure he’ll resurface.”

  “My feelings aren’t hurt, Sebastian. I’m pissed. If I don’t hear from him soon, I’ll be flying home tonight.”

  “There’s no need to rush back. I have everything under control.”

  The sun was setting just behind the Musée d’Orsay across the river. Someone else might have been impressed by the sight, but it did nothing for me. For the first time in my life I felt adrift, and it was unsettling.

  Sebastian continued, “You always loved Europe. There was a time when we could hardly get you to come back to the States.”

  Those days felt like another lifetime. Paris had been one of my favorite cities to party in. Back then, my family hadn’t been wealthy, but I had been young and unencumbered by responsibility. My plans had been to backpack across Europe for a summer, but a woman, whose name I’d long since forgotten, had invited me to a party. That night I’d met Felix and his friends.

  My brothers called me the pretty boy of our family. Broad shoulders. Flat abs. A dick big enough to make even a man look twice in a public shower. None of it was a curse.

  Paris had been my playground, and I’d had a sinfully good time in it. Back then, Felix and I had had a lot in common. Women. Parties. Travel. Young and wild, we had felt like there was nothing we couldn’t do.

  The fun had come to an abrupt stop, though, when Sebastian’s first wife died in a car accident. She’d been pregnant, and the loss of both had sent him into a dark place he’d only recently surfaced from. My father had called me home, and I’d gone without hesitation because I knew, had our roles been reversed, Sebastian would have dropped everything for me.

  Family first.

  The years that followed had been tough for everyone. I’d stepped in when I needed to and stepped back when Sebastian was able to take the lead. Working had been cathartic for my brother, and building financial security for the family had become nearly an obsession for him. Together we’d turned my father’s small chain of stores into the multibillion-dollar Romano Superstores. In general, if the job entailed tearing down, threatening, or bulldozing through, Sebastian handled it. If an issue could best be handled with diplomacy, finesse, and charm . . . I took the lead.