A Ring For Vincenzo's Heir. Jennie Lucas

He’d been ditched twice in one day. Lied to by two different women.

      Anne’s loss he could accept. That had involved only money.

      Scarlett was different. He’d never stopped desiring her. And now she was carrying his baby.

      Or was she? Perhaps she’d lied. He rubbed his forehead. Why would any woman run away when he’d asked her to marry him and live in luxury for the rest of her life? Unless she was afraid of the paternity test. That was the only rational explanation: the baby wasn’t his. The thought caused a sick twist in his gut.

      Then he remembered the angry gleam in Scarlett’s green eyes.

      I don’t appreciate you digging into my life, then assuming that I’m either a con artist or a gold digger. I’m neither. I just want to raise my baby in peace.

      Standing motionless as pedestrians rushed by him on Madison Avenue, Vin narrowed his eyes.

      Either way, he had to know.

      Either way, he’d find her.

      And this time, she wouldn’t trick him so easily. Nothing would stop him from getting what he wanted. He wouldn’t listen to her excuses. Next time, he’d bend her to his will.

      Barefoot, if necessary.