LOGINValentina accepts billionaire Raffaele Ricchezza’s marriage proposal to secure his inheritance, hiding her intent to ruin his empire, which she blames for her father’s death. Their cold arrangement sparks tension and unexpected attraction as they navigate power plays and hidden agendas. When Valentina uncovers the red flower—a Sumerian relic with stone-melting powers tied to Gilgamesh’s bloodline—she’s thrust into a global chase against enemies seeking to weaponize it. As ancient secrets unravel, love and trust become her greatest challenges. The story opens with Raffaele’s calculated offer, which Valentina accepts to infiltrate his world. Moving into his estate, she sabotages subtly while investigating the red flower and orichalcum, a mythical metal linked to Atlantis. Raffaele, intrigued by her strength, begins to thaw, but their clashes intensify as Valentina uncovers his interest in orichalcum’s commercial potential. Danger escalates when Tariq, a cunning double agent, raids Gilgamesh’s tomb, stealing artifacts and aligning with U.S. military forces eager to exploit the flower’s power. Valentina’s friend Maria faces threats from her abusive ex, Tullio, complicating her mission. From Baghdad to Machu Picchu, Valentina and Raffaele pursue clues across the globe. DNA tests reveal Valentina’s descent from Gilgamesh, granting her immunity to the flower’s curse. As Tariq and Camilla, Valentina’s treacherous stepmother, close in, betrayals deepen. A passionate night shifts their dynamic,but trust falters when Raffaele learns of Valentina’s initial deception. In a climactic underwater battle at Atlantis’s ruins, Valentina chooses to protect the orichalcum technology. Justice prevails as Camilla and Tariq are arrested, and Valentina’s pregnancy heralds hope. She restores Baghdad’s museum, honoring her father. With Raffaele, their twins embody a legacy of love and a green future.
View MoreValentina’s POV The air at Machu Picchu was crisp, carrying the scent of earth and wildflowers as the Andes mountain gave a stunning backdrop. Red flowers dotted the terraces, a vibrant reminder of the garden of madness we hid from the world, just like the inca did too. The petals were now a promise of renewal. Dhia and Ghait scampered ahead, their laughter echoing off the cliffs and stones, while Raffaele held my hand, his warmth steadying me against the memories this place stirred. Professor Calancha led the way, his weathered face alight with pride, while Kaifeng Lei trailed us, his presence sparking a blend of amusement and tension. “Taitai!” Kaifeng exclaimed, his grin wide as he adjusted his sunglasses. “Didn’t expect you back in Peru so soon. And with the whole family, how charming!” I laughed, catching Raffaele’s eye-roll. “Yeah, well, we figured it was time to show the kids where their story began. Plus, I couldn’t resist these views.” Kaifeng winked, undete
Valentina’s POV The Ricchezza headquarters buzzed with energy, its glass and steel facade glinting under Baghdad’s searing sun. Inside, the air was cool, sharp with the scent of polished wood, lavender and ambition. I stood in the lobby with Kareem and Nabil, my hand playfully buffing Kareem’s shoulder. “Remember those artifacts you chased all the way to France like a madman? We finally found them. Our lawyers leaned hard on Tariq, and he cracked and spilled everything about their location.” Kareem’s grin stretched wide, his dark eyes gleaming. “Thank God. That was the biggest failure of my career. I was gutted, running around Basra, dodging bullets, only to come up empty-handed.” I laughed, nudging him. “Well, at least you didn’t get shot. Got to stretch those legs, didn’t you?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Good times, Mrs. Ricchezza. All the bullets we’ve dodged together.” Nabil smirked, leaning against the wall, his suit crisp. “You two love the thrill of dan
The sun dipped low over the Persian Gulf, casting a warm amber glow across the waves that lapped gently at the shore. Valentina walked beside me, her hand clasped firmly in mine, her fingers intertwining with a quiet strength that still took my breath away. Lorenzo padded along next to us, his golden mane catching the fading light, his massive paws sinking into the soft sand with each step. He glanced up at Valentina occasionally, as if checking on her, his amber eyes reflecting the same protective instinct I felt deep in my bones. She reached out with her free hand, brushing through his mane, her touch light and affectionate. “You’re such a loyal mischievous pet, aren’t you?” she murmured to him, her voice soft against the lapping of the sea. I squeezed her hand, pulling her a little closer. “He’s not the only one. You’ve got us both wrapped around your finger, amore.” She smiled up at me, her dark eyes sparkling despite the faint lines of exhaustion etched around them. H
Valentina’s POV Lorenzo stretched out at the foot of my bed, his massive paws draped across my ankles as though daring the world to disturb me. My lion had become more clingy with each passing week of my pregnancy. Two regal protectors, him and Raffaele. I stroked his mane, feeling amused. “Two lions fighting to protect me in this house,” Jokes aside, I was exhausted. Pregnancy wasn’t as glamorous as people made it out to be. No glowing aura, no effortless energy, just swollen feet, an aching back, and a constant reminder that two tiny lives were pressing against every rib. I rubbed my belly, breathing slow. At least they’re healthy. That’s all that matters. Raffaele supported my back, helping me sit up. “Can you please help me with the slippers, dear?” I asked, my voice soft but tired. Raffaele appeared with my slippers in hand. “Come, amore. Let me help.” I lifted my feet awkwardly, my back aching. “Please. I can’t bend anymore without feeling like I’ll topple.”
Valentina’s POV Raffaele had taken us to Bürgenstock Resort Lake Lucerne. A luxurious cliffside estate, 500 meters above the lake, with a glass-walled chalet-style wing, panoramic alpine views, spa facilities, and soaring terraces. We even had to ride a funicular to reach it. But after the
Tullio Cavaliere's POV The Tigris river flows north to south through the heart of Baghdad city, and many luxury buildings, embassies, and older palaces are positioned along its banks. Just like mine. I own a restored Ottoman-style Baghdadi villa, with arched windows and ornate balconies. Tha
Raffaele’s POV She was giving me weird looks again after that kiss. And here I was, hoping she’d finally warm up. Maybe it was the wrong tactic. I felt like sighing, I should’ve known better. She never reacts the way I expect. Her mouth said nothing, but her eyes were searching mine, testin
Valentina’s POV Kareem was eyeing me from the side as I sat stiff across from him on Raffaele’s private jet. Then he turned toward Raffaele, clearly amused. “I heard your protective instincts are clashing with Valentina’s reckless determination,” he said with a grin. “It’s not funny, Kareem!” I
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