Destiny thought love was over for her after being left at the altar.

But when Lorenzo, her new billionaire boss, enters her life, everything changes.

He’s arrogant, demanding, and irresistibly attractive. Destiny knows she shouldn’t fall for him, but the more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to stay away.

Can she trust him with her heart, or will he prove to be just another man who’ll break her? Secret Lover is a sizzling romance about second chances, family drama, and discovering that sometimes love is worth the risk.

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Lorenzo

The walk to my half brother’s Miami villa was easy, and night was warm in the winter. I missed Italy most days, but as I glanced at my family’s opulent backyard get-together, my heart lifted.

Family mattered, and together, the Morgans were stronger.

The death of our father had brought together all four families Mitch Morgan Sr. visited from summer, winter, fall, and spring. Bonding was unexpected but great.

More than twenty siblings were there, and each had the nose that most people not born a Morgan would never understand. Money was easy to create and grow, but having the backs of family was what truly mattered.

Somehow, every one of us realized our father had been awful and the opposite of what to be.

And most of my brothers and sisters had found someone to love.

That wasn’t me. Flirting was fun, but I avoided serious women.

Instead, I focused on being the best I could be, and since most of the half siblings were American, I’d gone to law school there, mostly to watch over my father’s financial legalities, as the others back in Italy seemed to need that.

I was glancing around at the Miami Morgans mixing with the French Morgans and my immediate Italian brothers, and now with the youngest Americans from the Pittsburgh group, and I realized we were our own nightly party. The rest of the party were hangers-on, business associates or models or anyone who wanted something from a Morgan.

I’d resigned myself to being the single uncle of the next generation of adorable babies that were showing up.

I hardly noticed, but a few “awws” made me turn around.

As I maneuvered through the crowd, Finn, the twentysomething Pittsburgh Morgan, was speaking to my little brother Anthony like he was the wisest one in the family.

I’d spent my entire life watching out for Anthony, so seeing others taking his word on anything caused me to blink. Half the point of my going to law school was to help him out of the complicated mess he’d made of his life.

I joined them and wished Anthony was as Finn saw him and not screwing up his life, dating an actress that had almost ruined half the family’s happiness.

As a waiter offered me a champagne, Anthony asked, “What took you so long, Lorenzo?”

“I bought a firm, and tomorrow, I need to head to Cancun. Either way, I’m here now.”

Once my license was approved, I would be in a position to clean up Anthony’s mess. I hoped he would grow up and learn something for next time.

Just because a woman was beautiful, that didn’t make her a treasure. I’d learned that from experience.

“Cancun was always one of the places I wanted to go,” Finn said with an awe about living with money that Anthony had never once experienced.

To be young and innocent. Unlike most of the older Morgans, the Pittsburgh group was just learning how rich they were. I’d never be that. I’d grown up with money. The only lost innocence I’d experienced was when the woman I’d thought I loved, Marionette, left me without a word. After a search, she was discovered to have graced my father’s bed. I’d given up on her long ago.

I doubted I’d ever have the heart to truly love another woman.

And like Anthony, I thought myself a fool because, in my heart, I knew I’d made mistake after mistake, though I hoped I’d learned from them.

I told Finn, “You’re welcome to come or plan a trip wherever you want. Mitch Jr. combined our family holding of jets as some company, but the family social secretary can get you a jet for anywhere or a place to stay.”

“I have no idea how you both ever get used to any of this,” he said as a model winked at him.

I shrugged. As long as she remained anonymous, she would never get involved in our lives. Models weren’t my taste. I enjoyed flirting with women who could hold interesting conversations. The last beautiful woman I’d been attracted to at a party like that was a friend of my sister. She’d been engaged, so I’d stayed far away.

Anthony said, “You prioritize family, and now that we have a lot of siblings, it’s almost easier for me to focus on what really matters.”

“How is your son?” I asked. Though that was a sore subject with Anthony, I hoped he was smarter than me in the end.

If Anthony could escape Jennifer’s clutches with his son, he still had a chance at being happy.

Our Italian mother would never give up on them, and it was up to me to ensure Anthony stayed on the path of redemption.

Anthony whispered, “If you own a law firm now, I’ll need your help with suing for sole custody.”

“Do you have grounds?” I asked quickly, crossing my arms as I analyzed Anthony’s latest whim. Honestly, I wished he’d stayed far away from one of the most beautiful women on the planet according to magazines, but that wasn’t for me to say at that point. What was done was done.

Finn left to speak to a model.

I inched closer to Anthony, who said, “Her new nanny has sent me pictures of parties where she is drinking along with testimony on how she’s going days without seeing our baby.”

Spying was one way to get information. I kept my thoughts to myself, as I wasn’t licensed in the US yet, but my new firm was full of lawyers who would do my bidding. “We’ll need more evidence and sworn statements, but keep your spies in place.”

If he was willing to turn on the woman he’d proclaimed to love for months, then maybe he could be saved. I would like to live to see Anthony as happy as Bart and Gio were.

Bartholomew and his wife Rebecca motioned for Anthony, and he left.

Alone again.

I waved at Peter and his wife, Belle, who were hosting the party that night, as he owned the home our father had once called his castle, though almost every house on Starr Island was owned by a Morgan. It wasn’t ducks that stuck together—it was Morgans these days.

And despite our father, who had no ties to anyone and thought vows meaningless, the one common trait every Morgan now possessed was that we’d all survived him.

And we were better off.

Seeing so many of my brothers and sisters happy and in love inspired my heart too.

I’d settled what had been plaguing my mind with the realization that Marionette wasn’t a woman I needed to pine over forever. Ten years had been long enough to quell the desire to see her again.

Maybe my true love was out there too. I wanted to think I wasn’t a lost cause, and maybe that was possible. All my siblings shared my blood, and we were all loyal and loving to each other.

I sipped my wine and knew for a fact that Mitch Morgan Sr. would hate all the joy and connection and the children that would be his grandchildren popping up.

Bart directed me toward himself and his wife and said, “Rebecca has a favor to ask you.”

That was a first. My sister-in-law never asked me for anything.

My eyes widened, and I asked, “What can I do for you?”

“Do you remember my friend Destiny?” She took out her phone and showed a picture of herself, our sister Aurelia, and a brunette between them wearing a white dress with the word “bride” on a sash across her chest.

“I’ve briefly met her,” I said but took a second glance.

She’d been a woman I’d ached to talk to when I met her. In the photo, Destiny glowed with happiness, which was exactly how I remembered her and why I’d not flirted.

“Well, the man she was going to marry cheated on her, and the wedding was canceled.”

I’d summed him up as a fool. My eyes narrowed. I’d never have expected anyone to give up such a clear prize. “And?”

“She’s in Cancun on her honeymoon, for one. I was hoping you could go check on her and then call me so I can talk to her. I’m worried about her.”

“I’m there on business,” I said, but when Bartholomew narrowed his gaze, I quickly amended my answer. “But if you tell me the hotel she’s staying at, I’ll go and find her.”

A huge cake came out of a side room, and fireworks burst in the sky.

The crowd cheered, which made conversation hard, but once everyone finished cheering for Max—the youngest brother, who’d finished high school—Rebecca said, “She’s staying at Sandals.”

I avoided interesting women who believed in looking on the bright side and expecting everyone to be good, like Destiny. Her almost-married status had been a boundary. However, I’d wanted her to be an exception the moment I met her. No one knew that thought, and I would keep it that way. I put my hand on my heart and nodded. Helping family was important, and I would do anything for anyone with the last name Morgan.

Locating an almost bride sounded more interesting than a conference meeting anyhow, but more conversation was drowned out when a photographer wanted to get twenty-two brothers and sisters together with their families in one photo.

I hoped the photo came out good. I wanted to remember that day forever.