The Billionaire’s Prodigal Wife – Chapter 1

“Mac, are you sure you want to do this?” Savannah Kirkland eyed her best friend carefully. “You know if you return to Milan to file this divorce, he’ll come after you.”

“It’s time I moved on. I can’t start dating someone when I’m still married to someone else. Derrick is a nice guy and I’d like to give him a chance, but I want to start with a clean slate.” Mackenna lifted her slender shoulders into an elegant shrug. “Besides Alessandro didn’t want me five years ago so I doubt very much he’ll want me now. He made his choice.”

Billionaire and mogul Alessandro Giordano was a world-renown fashion designer holding the position of CEO of the Giordano Fashion House of Milan, a company founded by his great-grandfather and was now one of the most influential fashion companies in the world.

ely a year into their marriage and a year before Mackenna had left him. Dulce never left his side, much to Mackenna’s annoyance. Over the year, Mackenna had become convinced the couple were sleeping together, mostly be

main his wife. He’d as much as said so to her and it had been the proverbial straw to break the camel’s back.

t her wedding ring on it. She had picked up the few items which were hers when she’d met him and had walked out of the house in the dead of night.

l them where she was going because she knew Alessandro would somehow convince her to stay and she knew she could no longer continue in the marriage. Her grandfather, a devout Catholic who she had expected to argue with her over the matter, had agreed Alessandro was a scoundrel who obviously did not appreciate the young woman he’d taken for his wife. He’d told her no matter what, he would support her deci

the kitchen table they shared in their tiny apartment. “Isn’t there some way to do this long distance?”

enna’s long light brown hair hung over her shoulder, and she reached behind her neck and twisted it into a knot behind the nape of her neck. The sound of a taxi honking outside the basement apartment made her cringe. “Okay, I’m off to the airport. I’ll call you the minute I get there. Wish me luck.”

he worried her ribs would crack. “Don’t miss me too much.”

’ll be busy working double shifts for the next week. Buy me something hot.”

ntly walked away. She climbed into the taxi and gave him the instruc

ut she was in no mood to talk.

“Yes.”

hose hedonistic resorts where anything goes. I’m hoping to meet a whole bunch of Mr.-Right-Nows.”

dly as the man’s mouth made fish movements, opening, and closing in rapid succession. She settled back into the seat and tried to quell her nervous stomach as she thought about returning to Milan.

he’d gotten so far off track.

ished college and then when they’d found out her mom had been pregnant, her mother stayed home instead of working. Although her parents had slowly began to make a life for them, travelling to Italy was not some

d flown to Pittsburgh to bury their only daughter and her husband and to bring Mackenna home with them.

he day and then sit in her bedroom crying every night, missing them horribly.

r was hard.

asn’t long before she realized the reason her mother had been such a loving woman was because she’d had such loving parents.

ything she could about accounting for big companies, and she’d earned the approval of her supervisors with her hard work ethic.

since she’d been supposed to meet some friends for drinks, she’d been rushing and as she crossed through the parking lot, she had walked right into the path of Alessandro’s sports car. He’d almost run her over and the fury of his near miss had propelled him out of the car, and he’d torn a strip

d of the maniac who had been screaming at her, she’d hidden for an hour in a public bathroom of a local coffee shop worried he’d followed her and scared he would retaliate for striking him.

iends for drinks, she had constantly checked over her shoulder as if the crazy man in the sports car was going to pop up an

could think of was the crazy man in the sports car was waiting for her in the parking lot to yell and shake her some more. She crossed the lot faster than she’d ever done before and finally when she made it to her desk unscathed, she let out her held breath. Only after she’d been working for several hours did she finally start to relax and almost forget about the entire ordeal, however as she was leaving the department with a couple of coworker

s. She had stood silently, waiting for him to fire her on the spot. So of course, she’d been taken aback when he offered his apologies for almost running her over and accepted the full re

s eyes making her long for a cold drink and an even colder shower. For the first time in her young adult life, she’d felt the tug of lust pulling at her from deep inside. He had more male magnetism than anyone she’d ever met before and even the boy she’d dated a few times had not even

ad, he waved her friends on and told her he was taking her to lunch as an act of restitution for his behavior the night before. Her girlfriends had made big eyes behind his back, and she’d been powerless to say no as he gripped her hand and tucked it through his elbow.

ke into his cellular phone, unable to get away from the person on the other end. Finally, she’d managed to catch his eye, her salad untouched and she’d excused herself from the table and had left him sitting there. She found out later he had thought she’d gone to the ladies’ room and had spent an additional fifteen minutes waiting for her to return before he’d realized she’d left. By the time she’d reached the office,

re than a big jerk who wouldn’t know a good manner if it jumped up and kissed him.

him in the restaurant. Her own half Italian blood had boiled over and she’d completely lost her cool and had told him off, absolutely forgetting only the night before she’d been terrified of him. She’d jabb

l the tenderness in their marital kiss as if it were still happening now and she pressed her fingers to her lips.

d eventually, someday, she would marry again, she’d have a family and she would be happy.