Page 246 of The Rebel Billionaire

Francesca inclines her head, staring at both my brother and me.

“You’re both the spitting image of your father,” she says. “Sometimes fate really does have a strange sense of humour.”

She turns on her heel and heads back towards the house.

Enzo shoots me a look, one eyebrow raised.

“I’ll explain later,” I say, realising I haven’t updated him on the connection between our families.

We follow Francesca as she makes her way towards the house. Stopping, she turns to face us.

“A word of warning. The whole family is in residence. After the story broke, we decided it was safer to have everyone stay here,” she adds. “And they’ve been waiting to see their sister.”

Harper’s siblings are in town? Fuck, she warned me before that they’re protective.

But it depends on what, if anything, she’s told them about us.

I nod in acknowledgement. “If Gabbi had been in Harper’s position, Enzo and I would have reacted the same.”

“Ah, young Gabriella, how is your sister?”

“She’s with our father in Italy,” I say, surprised at how much Francesca Frazer knows about my siblings and me. But then after what Mother told me before I left, I shouldn’t be surprised. They were obviously very close at one point.

“Come this way. I’ll get Betsy to make us some tea.”

We follow her up the stone steps, entering an enormous hallway. This is a traditional house, nothing like Mother’s. It has stood here for centuries.

If only walls could speak, the history and secrets they could tell.

“Follow me,” she says.

We enter what I’m assuming is a drawing room.

“Everyone, this is Alessandro Bianchi, and his brother Enzo,” she says.

Three giant men jump up and turn to face me.

I square my shoulders.

These must be the brothers.

The largest cradles a tiny baby in his arms. Elijah. I recognise him from school.

“Please call me Alex,” I say.

They continue to stare.

“A long way for a boss to come?” one of two identical faces says to me.

“Harper left me a letter, explaining everything. I wanted to check she was okay,” I say, not sure how much her siblings know about us.

“As he said, quite the dedication to your PA,” Elijah says, rocking the child in his arms as it begins to grizzle.

“She’s a great PA,” Enzo says.

I want to groan.

A woman steps forward, one I instantly recognise as Kathryn Frazer, head of the Frazer Hotel Group. Brooke’s older sister.