"Your lover’s child," he reminded her. "Not Gino’s

child. You told me that yourself."

"But I shall tell others that it was your child. After

all, many people know that Gino believed you loved

me."

"I should have told him that I loathed you."

"He would not have believed you," Caterina told

him smugly. "Just as he would not have believed the

child was not his. How does it feel to know that you

are responsible for the taking of an unborn child"s

life, Lorenzo?"

He took a step towards her, a look of such blazing

fury in his eyes that she ran for the door, pulling it

open and sliding through it.

Lorenzo cursed savagely under his breath and then

went back to the table where he had dropped his

grandmother’s will.

He had been filled with fury and disbelief when his

grandmother’s notary had finally managed to make

contact with him to tell him of his fears, and how he

had managed to prevent Caterina from having all her

own way by deliberately removing her name from the

will so that it merely required Lorenzo to marry in

order to inherit, rather than specifically having to

marry Caterina.

The notary, almost as elderly as his grandmother

had been, had apologised to Lorenzo if he had done

the wrong thing, but Lorenzo had quickly reassured

him that he had not. Without the notary"s interference

Caterina would have trapped him very cleverly. She

was right about one thing. He did want the Castillo.

And he intended to have it.

Right now, though, he had to get away from it before

he did something he would regret, he reflected

as he strode out into the courtyard and breathed in

the clean tang of the evening air, mercifully devoid