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Chapter 55

Author: Fatma Issa
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-15 22:36:10

VIVIAN

"Mmh, I missed you so bad, my love.” Valentine growls softly, running his nose down my neck. "I needed you."

"I needed you too,” I laughed softly. I can feel how much he really did need me. His anxiety seems to be melting away at my touch.

I walked back to his office with him, leaving Marvel with Max, who was more than willing to babysit. Valentine had to get ready to go retrieve his mom and Eric from the vampire coven, and I could tell that he was having a hard time.

He may not have had the best relationship with his mom, but she still loved and raised him. I can't imagine the conflicting feelings stirring inside of him. What she did was horrible, and if Marvel gets hurt because of her decisions, I pray my egg donor's vampire bite kills her like Simone and Carli explained to me it could. That doesn't change the fact that she is his mother, though.

Through all her faults, she raised him, and from the stories I heard from everyone before we found out about what she did, I truly
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