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The Last Di Sione Claims His Prize
Maisey Yates
‘I want that painting. It is my last Lost Mistress. My Lost Love.'Alessandro Di Sione is renowned for being cold and unsentimental, but even he can’t deny his grandfather’s dream of retrieving a painting steeped in royal scandal. Yet the key to its return is the outspoken Princess Gabriella.Traveling together to Isola D’Oro to locate the mysterious painting, Gabby is drawn to the man tortured by guilt from his past. Her innocence makes her untouchable, as Alex is convinced his Di Sione blood is tainted. But could their passion be his salvation?Book 8 of The Billionaire’s Legacy
“I want that painting. It is my last Lost Mistress. My Lost Love.”
Alessandro Di Sione is renowned for being cold and unsentimental, but even he can’t deny his grandfather’s dream of retrieving a painting steeped in royal scandal. Yet the key to its return is the outspoken Princess Gabriella.
While traveling together to Isola D’Oro to locate the mysterious painting, Gabby is drawn to the man tortured by guilt from his past. Her innocence makes her untouchable, as Alex is convinced his Di Sione blood is tainted. But could their passion be his salvation?
“Who said I was a maiden?” Gabby closed her eyes for a second, allowing the sun to wash over her face, the corners of her lips curving up slightly into a smile.
“You didn’t have to say it,” Alessandro said. “I could feel it in your kiss.” Or rather the lack of it.
Her stomach sank down to her toes and she opened her eyes again, the corners of her lips falling. “Was it so terrible?”
Of course it hadn’t been.
“Not terrible. Inexperienced. I could taste it on your skin.”
“That’s ridiculous. Inexperience doesn’t have a flavor.”
He grabbed hold of her arm again, turned her to face him, drawing her closely toward him. Rather than speeding up, this time her heart stopped beating altogether.
He lowered his head slightly, then reached up, sliding his thumb along the edge of her lip. “Yes, Gabriella, inexperience absolutely has a flavour. And on your lips there was also innocence and wildflowers. I did not mistake the taste of any of that.”
The Billionaire’s Legacy (#ulink_2ecdd63f-93cf-52d2-b034-70aa574ec9c3)
A search for truth and the promise of passion!
For nearly sixty years Italian billionaire Giovanni Di Sione has kept a shocking secret. Now, nearing the end of his days, he wants his grandchildren to know their true heritage.
He sends them each on a journey to find his ‘Lost Mistresses,’—a collection of love tokens and the only remaining evidence of his lost identity, his lost history...his lost love.
With each item collected the Di Sione siblings take one step closer to the truth...and embark on a passionate journey that none could have expected!
Find out what happens in
The Billionaire’s Legacy
Di Sione’s Innocent Conquest by Carol Marinelli
The Di Sione Secret Baby by Maya Blake
To Blackmail a Di Sione by Rachael Thomas
The Return of the Di Sione Wife by Caitlin Crews
Di Sione’s Virgin Mistress by Sharon Kendrick
A Di Sione for the Greek’s Pleasure by Kate Hewitt
A Deal for the Di Sione Ring by Jennifer Hayward
The Last Di Sione Claims His Prize by Maisey Yates
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The Last Di Sione Claims His Prize
Maisey Yates
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MAISEY YATES is a New York Times bestselling author of more than thirty romance novels. She has a coffee habit she has no interest in kicking, and a slight Pinterest addiction. She lives with her husband and children in the Pacific Northwest. When Maisey isn’t writing she can be found singing in the grocery store, shopping for shoes online and probably not doing dishes. Check out her website: maiseyyates.com (http://www.maiseyyates.com/).
Books by Maisey Yates
Mills & Boon Modern Romance
Carides’s Forgotten Wife
Bound to the Warrior King
His Diamond of Convenience
To Defy a Sheikh
One Night to Risk it All
Heirs Before Vows
The Spaniard’s Pregnant Bride
The Prince’s Pregnant Mistress
The Italian’s Pregnant Virgin
The Chatsfield
Sheikh’s Desert Duty
One Night With Consequences
The Greek’s Nine-Month Redemption
Married for Amari’s Heir
Princes of Petras
A Christmas Vow of Seduction
The Queen’s New Year Secret
Secret Heirs of Powerful Men
Heir to a Desert Legacy
Heir to a Dark Inheritance
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To the authors that have brought me countless hours of reading pleasure. You inspire me.
Contents
Cover (#u6699fa5b-2fa6-5299-928c-de98728f6623)
Back Cover Text (#u69e3a163-f78b-5ce6-b4c7-ebb079991688)
Introduction (#ud0a36461-9de6-5f91-b02d-5aeea8ff1831)
The Billionaire’s Legacy (#ulink_72486950-e6bf-566e-922a-147b14986bdc)
Title Page (#u0a6718c8-368b-5f20-a095-c6b681e1aac9)
About the Author (#uf2fa382c-8a00-5baf-9b76-459342801701)
Dedication (#u01605af1-8d4b-535b-af68-e39f40fe5fb0)
CHAPTER ONE (#u6791fb0c-1fa9-5096-add4-38b83a86b543)
CHAPTER TWO (#u278bb543-4a6a-5889-b443-77fdd3e74f25)
CHAPTER THREE (#ub371ed66-1d1b-5f82-98f9-635abc6ea3f5)
CHAPTER FOUR (#u9ddcf613-9b49-5480-a238-9ab545ec9c40)
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CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_96e502a6-22de-54d1-ae6f-d7176617009e)
IT WAS RUMORED that Alessandro Di Sione had once fired an employee for bringing his coffee back two minutes later than commanded and five degrees cooler than ordered. It was rumored that he had once released a long-term mistress with a wave of his hand and an order to collect a parting gift from his assistant in the following weeks.
There were also rumors that he breathed fire, slept in a dungeon and derived sustenance from the souls of the damned.
So, when his shiny new temporary assistant scurried into the room, with red cheeks and an apologetic expression, on the heels of his grandfather—who appeared neither red-cheeked nor sorry for anything—it was no surprise that she looked as though she was headed for the gallows.
Of course, no one denied Giovanni Di Sione entry to any place he wished to inhabit. No personal assistant, no matter how formidable, would have been able to keep his grandfather out. Age and severely reduced health notwithstanding.
But as his typical assistant was on maternity leave and her replacement had only been here for a couple of weeks, she didn’t know that. She was, of course, afraid that Giovanni was an intruder and that she would be punished for the breach of security.
He saw no point in disabusing her of that notion. It was entirely possible she would spend the rest of the day deconstructing the meaning to his every glance in her direction. Likely, in the retelling, she would talk about the blackness of his eyes being a reflection of his soul, or some other such nonsense. And so, his reputation would darken even more, without him lifting a finger.
“I’m very sorry, Mr. Di Sione,” she said, clearly out of breath, one palm pressed tightly over her rather unimpressive breasts.
He made a low, disapproving sound and raised one dark brow.
She was trembling now. Like a very small dog. “Should I go back to work, sir?” she asked, nervous eyes darting toward the door.
He waved his hand and she scurried back out much the same as she had scurried in.
“I see you’re up and moving around,” Alex said, not descending into sentimentality because his relationship with Giovanni didn’t allow for that. With each returned Lost Mistress, Giovanni’s health had recovered bit by bit.
“It’s been a while since my last treatment, so I’m feeling better.”
“Good to hear it.”
“The way you acted toward your assistant was not overly kind, Alessandro,” his grandfather said, taking the seat in front of Alex’s desk somewhat shakily.
“You say that as though you believe I have a concern about being perceived as kind. We both know I do not.”
“Yes, but I also know you’re not as terrible as you pretend to be.” Giovanni leaned back in his chair, both hands planted on his knees. He was getting on in years and, after seventeen years in remission, his leukemia had returned. At ninety-eight, Giovanni likely didn’t have many years left on the earth regardless of his health, but it had certainly added a bit of urgency to the timeline.
