by Jennie Lucas
She kept his child hidden...
Now he’ll claim them both!
Cristiano Moretti is furious that Hallie hid the consequences of their hot night together! He will not inflict his own childhood abandonment on his son, so he demands that Hallie marry him. Soon they realize the passion between them is as powerful as ever...but when all Hallie wants is a real family, will Cristiano’s seduction be enough to secure his legacy?
USA TODAY bestselling author JENNIE LUCAS’S parents owned a bookstore, and she grew up surrounded by books, dreaming about faraway lands. A fourth-generation Westerner, she went east at sixteen to boarding school on scholarship, wandered the world, got married, then finally worked her way through college before happily returning to her hometown. A 2010 RITA® Award finalist and 2005 Golden Heart® Award winner, she lives in Idaho with her husband and children.
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The Secret the Italian Claims
Jennie Lucas
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07225-0
THE SECRET THE ITALIAN CLAIMS
© 2018 Jennie Lucas
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Dedication
To Julie Henke, who flew all the way from St. Louis to Orlando to meet me at a book signing.
Wonderful readers like you are why I do what I do.
Dear Reader,
What would you do if you had a one-night stand with the man you secretly loved and then found yourself unexpectedly pregnant? You’d tell him, right? But what if, afterwards, that man was so cold and cruel you vowed to raise the baby alone—even though he was a billionaire?
For a year, hotel maid Hallie Hatfield has secretly loved her boss, Cristiano Moretti. When he seduces her it’s like a blissful dream—until he tosses her out at midnight and has her fired!
Desperate and pregnant, Hallie is lucky enough to meet two friends at a New York City single moms’ group. The three women are very different. Hallie cares most about family. Tess cares about love. Lola cares about money. But they all have one thing in common: they’ve never told any of the powerful billionaire fathers about their babies.
The Secret the Italian Claims is Hallie’s story. Tess’s story follows in The Heir the Prince Secures. The trilogy will finish with Lola’s story, The Baby the Billionaire Demands.
I loved writing these stories about three vibrant women and the untameable men who finally meet their match. I hope you love them too.
With warmest wishes,
Jennie
Contents
Cover
Back Cover Text
About the Author
Booklist
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Dear Reader
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
Extract
About the Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
FAMILY MEANT EVERYTHING to Hallie Hatfield.
Family meant home. It meant being safe and protected even when times were bad. Even when the money ran out at the end of the month. Even when the kitchen cupboards were bare. Family meant always having someone to watch your back, as you watched theirs.
As Hallie had grown up, in an old wooden house built by her great-grandfather, playing in the woods with her brother, learning songs from her mother, tinkering in the garage with her father, she’d known, even as a child, exactly how she wanted her life to be.
Someday she’d get married. She’d raise children, just as her own parents had, without much money but with lots of love. She and her future husband would grow old together, living close to her family, in a cottage with a view of the soft, green Appalachian hills where she’d been born. Their lives would be full of music and comfort. Because family meant everything.
Then, at nineteen, without warning, Hallie lost everything. Her family. Her home. All the meaning and security in her world.
Now, at twenty-four, the only family she had was the tiny newborn baby in her arms. Living in New York City, she had no job, no money and, as of today, nowhere to go.
But this as a solution?
No.
Hallie took a deep, furious breath. “No. Absolutely not.”
“But Hallie—”
“Tell my ex-boss about his baby?” Keeping her voice low, not to waken the newborn baby sleeping in her arms, Hallie glared at her friends. “After the way he treated me? Never!”
The other two women looked at each other. The three friends had been introduced months earlier at a single-moms support group, when a mutual acquaintance had realized that all three were pregnant with their first child, and, shockingly, none of them had yet told the fathers.
In Hallie’s case, it was for good reason.
Her whole life, she’d tried to see the best in people. To be sympathetic and kind and good.
But she hated Cristiano Moretti. After what he’d done, he didn’t deserve to know their three-month-old baby existed.
“But he’s the father,” Tess Foster said gently. A plump, kindly redhead who worked at her uncle’s bakery, she cuddled her own tiny baby. “Hallie, you need help. It only makes sense to ask him.”
“You’re an idiot if you
don’t get child support,” said Lola Price, who was blonde and fiery, and extra-irritable lately—which was saying something—as, unlike the others, she was still heavily pregnant. “Are you an idiot?”
Hallie ground her teeth. That question had already been asked and answered in her own heart. Yes, she’d been an idiot, letting her boss, a billionaire hotel tycoon, seduce her so easily into giving up her long-held dreams of a forever family, a forever home, for one night of passion.
One night? Ha! Half a night, since Cristiano had tossed her out of his bed at midnight and then had her fired from her housekeeping job the very next morning!
Who did that?
A selfish bastard with no heart, that was who. A man who’d ruthlessly thrown her into poverty and homelessness—since she’d also lost her company-paid housing—just because he’d wanted to avoid feeling awkward if he ran into her in the hallway of his hotel.
Hallie looked down at the sweet sleeping baby in her arms. Jack had been over nine pounds at birth, and he’d only gotten chubbier. She loved him with all the ferocious love in her heart. She’d always dreamed of having children. Now Jack was her only dream. Keeping him happy. Keeping him safe.
“You don’t even have a place to stay tonight,” Tess pointed out. “Unless you’re going to call the police on your landlord.”
“And you can’t stay with me,” Lola said, putting her hands over her huge belly. She didn’t explain, but then Lola never explained anything.
“I wish you could stay with us, but my aunt and uncle would never allow it,” Tess said mournfully. “They’re already threatening to kick me out.” She sighed. “If only you hadn’t ripped up the check your boss stuck in the envelope with your severance pay.”
Hallie lifted her chin. “I have my pride.”
“But it was for a hundred thousand dollars,” Tess said.
“And is pride going to feed your baby?” Lola said tartly.
Hallie’s shoulders sagged. Lola wasn’t sweet and comforting like Tess, but she sure had a way of forcing people to see hard truths.
After her supervisor had fired her, Hallie had stumbled out of the hotel in shock, then opened the severance envelope to discover a check signed by Cristiano personally. As if he thought paying her for taking her virginity would make it all right to toss her out like trash the next morning. Furious and heartbroken, she’d torn it into a million pieces.
Now Hallie realized painfully how that money would have changed her whole life—and Jack’s. Because a year later, she had nothing.
But she hadn’t known she would end up pregnant. She ran an unsteady hand over her forehead. So much for pride. She would have given anything to have that check back now.
“Come on.” Lola stood up abruptly in the middle of the community-hall basement, surrounded by the folding chairs and a crowd of other single moms standing by a punch bowl and cookies that Tess complained constantly were stale. “We’re going.”
“Where?”
“To see your baby’s father. Right now. It’s your only option.”
Hallie feared her friend was right. But thinking of facing Cristiano, her courage failed her. “I can’t.”
“Why?”
“I told you. I was just a notch on the bedpost. He was cruel—”
“Cruel?” Lola’s eyes became fiercely protective. “You never said that. What did he do? Hit you? Threaten you?”
“Of course not,” Hallie replied, taken aback.
“Then what?”
A lump rose in Hallie’s throat. “He ignored me.”
The blonde’s shoulders relaxed slightly. “He’s a jerk. But you’re sure he’s the father?”
“Yes, but I wish he wasn’t!”
Lola’s eyes were merciless. “Then make him pay. Child support, if nothing else.”
Hallie thought of how desperately she needed money. The lump in her throat became a razor blade. “I can’t.”
“You don’t have any choice. You have no family to help you. Are you seriously going to check into a homeless shelter while your ex lives at a luxury hotel, swilling champagne?”
Hallie sucked in her breath at her friend’s frank words.
“And, you never know, he might be happy about the baby when you tell him,” argued Tess, who was very tenderhearted. “There might be some perfectly good explanation why he kicked you out that night, then had you fired, then never returned your messages...”
Her voice trailed off. Even Tess couldn’t quite overcome how ludicrous it sounded.
If only. Hallie gave her a wistful smile, then the smile slid away.
Tell Cristiano she’d had his baby?
Go back to the luxury hotel where she’d once worked as a housekeeper, to beg for the help of a selfish, ruthless tycoon, and this time give him the opportunity to reject both her and the baby in person? No way.
But looking down at her peacefully slumbering baby, his sweet little mouth pursing in his sleep, she knew Lola was right. Hallie had tried her best to survive on pride. But, after this latest disaster with her landlord today, she had nowhere else to go.
“All right,” Hallie said in a small voice.
“You’ll do it?” Lola’s voice was tinged with relief. For all of the blonde’s hard edges, Lola’s protectiveness of her friends made Hallie suspect that on the inside she was every bit as kind as Tess but, for some reason, tried desperately to hide it.
“You’re right,” Hallie said glumly. “I have no choice.”
The three of them, plus the two babies and Jack’s folding stroller, all piled into a ride-share taxi. But by the time it dropped them off in front of the towering luxury hotel in Midtown, Hallie was already regretting her choice. Just half a night in Cristiano’s arms had nearly destroyed her. How could she face him again?
Tess, with her own baby in a comfy sling against her chest, tilted her head back to look at the skyscraper that was the Campania Hotel. “He manages all this?”
“He owns it.”
Both women turned to her sharply in the warm July night.
Lola wasn’t easily impressed, but her eyes were wide as saucers. “Your ex is Cristiano Moretti?”
Hallie felt a little sick as she nodded.
“I thought it was the hotel manager,” Tess said in awe.
“It doesn’t matter who he is,” Lola said fiercely. “Demand what is yours by right. For Jack.”
Pushing the stroller, Hallie walked slowly past the neon sign of the Blue Hour glowing in the darkness. The hotel’s jazz club had live music, and she’d once dreamed of performing there. Now, as she walked past the club, her failed singing career was the last thing on her mind.
What if Cristiano refused to see her? Or—worse—what if, when he found out about the baby, he demanded parental rights over Jack?
If only she could talk him into just blindly giving her that same big check she’d ripped up the year before!
She stopped, glancing back nervously when she saw her friends following her. “You’re coming with me?”
“So you don’t back out,” Lola said.
“So you don’t feel alone,” Tess said.
With a deep breath, Hallie squared her shoulders and went through the enormous revolving door into the lobby.
The Campania’s lobby was thirty feet high, gleaming with white marble floors and midcentury-modern furniture scattered around multiple fireplaces. One side held the long oak check-in desk, and at the very center of the lobby there was an elegant bar.
After going inside, Hallie stopped as well-dressed, wealthy guests passed them by on the busy summer evening.
“What’s the problem?” Lola said.
“Can’t you just go to his room?” Tess said.
“No,” Hallie said. “There’s security. You need a fingerprint on the elevator.”
“Call hi
m, then.”
“I don’t have his direct number. We never really talked before...” She hesitated.
Lola scowled. “You were just the hired help, huh?”
Hallie looked down, her cheeks hot. Even when she’d worked for him, there were about fifty levels of supervisors between a maid and the billionaire owner of an international hotel conglomerate. She said weakly, “I can try to leave a message with his secretary, or—”
Her voice cut off with a gasp.
Cristiano had just come out of the elevator on the second floor, open above the lobby.
The reaction was immediate, as if he were a movie star on the red carpet. Heads turned, people whispered and gasped. His entourage followed in his wake as he made his way down the stairs to the ground floor—a gorgeous, pouting model at his side, with two assistants and a bodyguard trailing behind.
But, for Hallie, everything else became a blur. Even her friends were forgotten.
All she could see was...him.
Cristiano Moretti was broad shouldered, dark and powerful, outwardly civilized in a perfectly cut tuxedo, but with a five-o’clock shadow on his hard jaw and glittering black eyes that hinted at a ruthless, brutal soul. Looking at him, Hallie shivered, caught between longing and fear, overwhelmed by memory of the night he’d seduced her. The night her whole world had changed.
As a trusted maid at the Campania Hotel New York, she’d occasionally been assigned the enviable task of cleaning and tidying the Italian tycoon’s exclusive penthouse, used only when he was in town. Dusting pictures of Cristiano’s gorgeous face as he stood beside famous politicians and celebrities, Hallie had developed a serious crush. She’d actually imagined that Cristiano wasn’t just insanely handsome, he was also honorable and good.
Wrong.
She blinked now, looking at him. The way he smiled. So casual. As if he had not a care in the world. He was so arrogantly handsome, king of the world in his tuxedo, apparently off for a night on the town with a beautiful model. While she’d spent the last year struggling, looking for a new job when she was pregnant and trying to find a cheap place to stay in New York City.