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  Has the search for her past...

  ...guided her toward her future?

  Gia Bartolini’s determinedly searching for her real father. First stop on the enchanting Italian island of Lapri? A mysterious abandoned mansion...where, rescuing a trapped puppy, she falls straight into the arms of alluring Riccardo Moretti! Her passion for the all-business CEO burns bright, leaving Gia with a question: In uncovering her true roots, has fate led her to true love?

  The Bartolini Legacy

  A secret, an inheritance, a journey to happy-ever-after!

  A diary...

  After their parents’ sudden deaths, the Bartolini siblings Bianca, Gia and Enzo return home to Tuscany and discover one of them is illegitimate!

  A will...

  As they’re reeling from the bombshell, the will is read. The luxury family estate will be left to the sibling who can generate the greatest income.

  A summer to remember...

  While they wait for the DNA test results, each sibling embarks on their own vision for the vineyard’s future. They have six months that will take them on a journey of self-discovery and finding love along the way...

  Read Bianca’s story in The Prince and the Wedding Planner

  Discover Gia’s story in The CEO, the Puppy and Me

  And look out for Enzo’s story Coming soon!

  Dear Reader,

  Life is full of surprises. Some of those surprises are amazing. And then there are others that are so unimaginable, so disorienting, that it steals your breath away.

  Gia Bartolini would do anything to get back the only life she’s ever known. Instead, she must deal with the death of her parents, a will that has put her family’s home up for grabs and a family secret that threatens to rip her family apart. How could her life get any worse?

  Not so long ago, CEO Ric Moretti led a solitary life, but losing a bet to a good friend led him to play a brief part in a hit movie, skyrocketing him to unwanted stardom. So when a lady sneaks onto his property, he naturally assumes it’s a fan. However, when he finds the woman trying to help a puppy, he learns not to jump to conclusions—because they aren’t always right. In fact, sometimes they couldn’t be more wrong.

  Now that their lives have collided, neither will ever be the same. But first they must take a journey into the past before they can forge a new future.

  Happy reading,

  Jennifer Faye

  The CEO, the Puppy and Me

  Jennifer Faye

  Award-winning author Jennifer Faye pens fun, heartwarming contemporary romances with rugged cowboys, sexy billionaires and enchanting royalty. Internationally published, with books translated into nine languages, she is a two-time winner of the RT Book Reviews Reviewers’ Choice Award. She has also won the CataRomance Reviewers’ Choice Award, been named a Top Pick author and been nominated for numerous other awards.

  Books by Jennifer Faye

  Harlequin Romance

  The Bartolini Legacy

  The Prince and the Wedding Planner

  Greek Island Brides

  Carrying the Greek Tycoon’s Baby

  Claiming the Drakos Heir

  Wearing the Greek Millionaire’s Ring

  The Cattaneos’ Christmas Miracles

  Heiress’s Royal Baby Bombshell

  Once Upon a Fairytale

  Beauty and Her Boss

  Miss White and the Seventh Heir

  Snowbound with an Heiress

  Her Christmas Pregnancy Surprise

  Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.

  Praise for

  Jennifer Faye

  “Ms. Jennifer Faye always delivers the most poignant romantic stories. Romance is in the air and the ending is truly heartwarming for everyone. Claiming the Drakos Heir is Ms. Faye’s best book, yet!”

  —Goodreads

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Excerpt from The Billionaire’s Island Bride by Donna Alward

  CHAPTER ONE

  THIS WAS IT.

  The moment Gia Bartolini and her two siblings, Enzo and Bianca, had been waiting for.

  And yet this was also the moment they’d been dreading.

  On this sunny June day, their lives were about to be once more upended. And worst of all, it could be any one of them who received the devastating news—that they were not a Bartolini.

  After their parents had unexpectedly died in an auto accident a few months earlier, their lives had never been the same. Her older sister, Bianca, had found their mother’s journal, which contained a secret—a big secret, a huge secret. Their mother had had an affair years ago, and one of the siblings wasn’t a true Bartolini.

  And to make matters worse, their parents had spelled out in their will that only one of them would inherit their childhood home—a vast estate and vineyard in Tuscany. The two remaining siblings would inherit an equal fortune in cash and investments. But all three of them wanted their home—well, that was until Bianca had literally found her Prince Charming. Now she was about to become a princess, and that left Enzo and Gia in the contest to figure out who would lay claim to their childhood home and the family business. Talk about a complicated situation.

  Within the Tuscan villa, Gia wrung her hands as her gaze moved around what had until recently been her father’s study. While the rest of the house had been remodeled into a boutique hotel, she’d strived to keep this room as her father had left it—warm and cozy. The place where she’d spent countless hours as a child getting help with her homework. Now it was the boutique hotel’s office—her office.

  The Barto Villa had had a slow start. However, when Bianca agreed to be the wedding planner for the prince of Patazonia in exchange for a media campaign for her wedding business based here at the villa, the hotel business had boomed practically overnight.

  The increased business meant Gia had to hire a couple of assistants to help manage the place. Michael, her manager, had moved there from Florence with his young family. Rosa, her assistant manager, was an older local woman with an incredible ability to keep everything organized. Together, they kept the hotel running smoothly.

  Upon Bianca’s acceptance of the prince of Patazonia’s marriage proposal, they all knew things would have to change once more. Bianca had to let go of her wedding planning business in order to assume her new responsibilities—first as a princess and a short time later as the queen.

  Not wanting the wedding business that meant so much to her to die, she’d put her assistant, Sylvie, in charge of upcoming weddings, and Bianca flew between the vineyard and the palace on a regular basis, making sure everything in both places was running smoothly.

  And then there was Enzo. He’d given up his work in France, where he’d married some of the world’s finest grapes to create the most amazing wines, in order to return home and take over the Barto Vineyard. Would he regret that decision if he were not a Bartolini?

  Gia’s gaze moved around the
room. Each sibling had consciously or unconsciously taken a seat on a different side of the room from the others. Their parents’ deaths had divided the family. And Gia didn’t know if they’d ever be close again.

  Even though it was a summer morning, a distinct chill hung over the room. Gia folded her arms across her chest. She’d never felt so worried and—and scared. Yes, she was scared of what the DNA results would reveal. Would her family—the only family she’d ever known—be able to navigate past this?

  She had absolutely no idea. Her mind was reeling with all the possible scenarios. None of them were good. All of them had heartache and pain. It wasn’t right. And it was her parents’ fault. They’d done this to their own children. What kind of parent held on to such an important secret for so long?

  What if she wasn’t a Bartolini? She quickly dismissed the idea. That couldn’t be the case. Even Bianca had pointed out that Gia had been her father’s favorite. It wasn’t something that she would ever admit to anyone, but her father used to spend extra time with her, teaching her how to ride a horse, how to pick a grape at just the right time. When she was little, he would carry her around the vineyard on his shoulders. No matter how busy he was, he made time for her.

  But that knowledge and those memories didn’t lessen the significance of this moment. No matter what, three lives were about to change. And Gia didn’t like change. She liked routine. She liked the reassurance of knowing what to expect. And right now, she had no idea what to expect. Would it be Bianca? Or Enzo?

  Her heart went out to them. She couldn’t imagine what it must be like to be facing such a great unknown. She would be there for them, doing what she could to lessen the blow. She loved her siblings with all her heart—even if things had turned turbulent lately.

  But if Aldo Bartolini wasn’t the biological father of one of them, who was? And why had their parents kept it a deep dark secret? The questions nagged at her.

  Gia clenched her hands together, noticing a slight tremble. She wanted to stand up and tell the attorney to burn the unread DNA results—let everything go back to the way it used to be. Back to when her overprotective brother gave her dates a stern warning about dealing with him if they did anything to upset his little sister. Back to the times when she and her sister could spend hours on the phone talking about absolutely nothing in particular and yet ended up talking about everything.

  “Thank you all for coming,” said the attorney, Mr. Lando Caruso. The older gentleman sat behind what had been her father’s desk as though it were his. “I know waiting for these results hasn’t been easy. So I’ll dispense with any advice except to tell you that these results in no way change the will that your parents left behind.”

  Gia’s insides shivered with nerves. This was it. This was the last moment all three of them would be a full-fledged family. Her gaze watched the attorney as he used her letter opener to slice open the white envelope.

  It was as though time slowed down and her heart pounded louder. She rubbed her moist palms together, squeezing her laced fingers. She didn’t know what to wish for when he read the results. She didn’t want either of her siblings to feel as though they were any less a Bartolini.

  The attorney unfolded the sheet of paper. He adjusted his reading glasses, and then his gaze skimmed over the page. “There’s a bunch of legalese and scientific lingo that I’m sure none of you are interested in at this moment.” He was quiet for a few seconds “Ah, here we go. The lab has confirmed that two of you are indeed the biological children of Aldo and Carla Bartolini—”

  “Who is the unlucky soul?” Bianca pressed.

  “Yes,” Enzo interjected. “Let’s get this over with.”

  Gia remained quiet. After all, this wasn’t her crisis. Not really. She was an observer.

  The attorney folded the paper, took off his reading glasses as his gaze met with each of them. There was regret and sympathy emanating from his eyes. Then he cleared his throat. “I’m sorry to say that the Bartolini sibling who is not Aldo’s biological child is... Gia.”

  She gasped.

  This can’t be right. There has to be a mistake.

  The attorney looked at her with pity. “I’m sorry, Gia.”

  No. No. No. This isn’t happening.

  And yet it was happening. To her.

  She sprang out of her chair, which toppled over. She backed up, stumbling into it.

  I am the outsider.

  It was at that precise moment that her world came to a screeching halt. She wasn’t even sure she was still breathing because the attorney’s words sucked the oxygen from the room.

  I’m not a Bartolini. I’m not a Bartolini.

  The words swam around in her mind at a dizzying pace. Her stomach churned. She didn’t move. She didn’t speak. Was it possible this was just some horrific nightmare? Her gaze moved around the room. They all looked at her with pity in their eyes.

  It’s true. She inhaled a sob. I’m the outsider.

  Each admittance was like a dagger to her heart. The scene before her blurred. She blinked repeatedly. How did this happen? Why her? Not that she’d wanted it to be her brother or sister either. Why did it have to happen to any of them?

  The next thing she knew, Enzo and Bianca were beside her. Bianca enveloped her unmoving body in a big hug. She wasn’t sure what Enzo did because she just couldn’t process anything. She vaguely heard the deep timbre of his voice. It was the words he spoke that eluded her.

  I am not a Bartolini.

  Her world had gotten smaller and smaller until she was caught up in her own thoughts—disturbing thoughts. Painful thoughts. Anguished thoughts.

  I am not a Bartolini.

  CHAPTER TWO

  SHE WASN’T A BARTOLINI.

  Not a true Bartolini.

  Not like her brother and sister.

  Each time she thought of it, Gia felt betrayed. The knife of pain would sink further into her heart. How could they have kept this from her all of this time?

  And who was she if she wasn’t a Bartolini?

  She recalled what her sister had said once about possibly not being a Bartolini, the fear she’d expressed that her father—if not Aldo—might be a criminal. Anything was possible at this point. And that made the agony that much worse.

  Though her siblings tried to comfort her, she closed them out. They didn’t understand this level of uncertainty—about herself, about the past and about the future.

  Betrayed by the two people she thought she could trust most in the world—her parents—Gia threw up barriers around her shattered heart. After all, who was going to care about her—to love her—when she had absolutely no idea about her true identity, her heritage?

  Gia had barely slept or eaten since the DNA results had been revealed. And each day the walls of the villa felt as though they were closing in around her. She didn’t belong here. But where did she belong?

  Thankfully she had assistants to pick up the slack with the hotel. Right now, it took all her willpower just to take care of herself. She felt like a fraud. She wasn’t Gia Bartolini any longer. But she didn’t know who she was. She was a woman who’d been lied to all of her life. How could her parents have done this to her?

  Anger roared through her veins. It wasn’t fair that this life-altering news was tossed in her lap—destroying everything she thought she knew about herself—and her parents weren’t here to explain it to her, to fill in the details.

  Bianca had stuck around a couple of days, but last night she had to return to Patazonia as Prince Leo was waiting for her. Their engagement was to be made formal and their wedding date announced for December of that year. It seemed her sister was becoming the queen of planning quick weddings.

  Already the mad rush to have a wedding planned by a future princess was dying off now that word was out that Bianca was no longer running the day-to-day operations, but rather overseein
g things from a distance. Gia knew as time went by and her sister’s calendar filled in with royal obligations that Bianca’s visits to the villa would grow farther apart.

  Gia was happy for her sister, but sad for herself.

  It was though the rug had been pulled out from under her. And she was struggling to regain her balance, because she had nothing to grasp on to. She had no idea who her biological father was or even how to contact him.

  Frustration and anger balled up in her gut. The poignant emotions clawed at the back of her throat. And then they erupted in an anguished groan.

  She had taken three days to wallow in her pain, but now it was time to do something. Something good must come of this heartbreaking disaster. She refused to think this wasn’t some sort of journey she was meant to go on.

  That was it! She was meant to find her biological father. It would be an adventure for both of them. Because surely he didn’t know about her. If he did, she imagined he would have fought to be in her life. That’s what fathers did—looked out for their children. No matter what.

  She had to find him. Now. This very moment. Too much time had already passed.

  She jumped out of bed. Gia rushed to the shower for the first time in forty-eight hours. She wasn’t going to just let this unknown past swallow her up. She would find the answers she wanted—the answers she needed.

  After a quick shower and a moment to run her fingers through her short hair, fixing her pixie hairstyle, she was headed out the door of the guest house where she resided. She was a lady on a mission. She entered the main house and successfully avoided everyone as she took the back stairs to the second floor.

  In her parents’ room—the only bedroom she’d yet to convert to a guest room—she began her search. Sure, she and her siblings had been through this room before looking for clues, but she was certain they’d overlooked something. And she wasn’t going to stop until she’d found it.

  She started in one corner of the spacious room. No piece of furniture was overlooked. Every nook and cranny was examined. She had no idea how long she’d been searching by the time she’d reached halfway around the room. So far she’d uncovered absolutely nothing...