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Chapter 50 - The Falcon’s Omen
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Valentina’s POV My sandal were gone. My one foot burned with every step across the scalding sand. Each breath felt like flame scraping down my throat. My lips were dry, cracked and tasted like salt and regret. I didn’t know how far I’d wandered. I didn’t care. The wind had scattered my tracks, and Raffaele was nowhere in sight. Good. Maybe I needed to be lost — to pay for my sins. It felt like it was just me, the desert, and God. So I guess it was time to confess. But how could I confess when I didn’t even know how I felt? Would my father turn in his grave if I ever gave my love to the enemy? I don’t think I could forgive myself. The sun hung mercilessly overhead, blistering the dunes and my skin alike. Sweat dripped into my lashes. My dress clung to me, heavy with dust and heat. I dragged one foot after the other, stumbling. My shadow stretched long behind me, the only proof I still existed, even when everything inside me felt scorched hollow. My body ached but my he
The Tycoon’s Temptress - Red Flower’s Chase Chapter 50 - The Falcon’s Omen
Valentina’s POV The desert blurred around me as I rode, fast, furious and aimless. I couldn’t see as sand stung my eyes, wind slapped my cheeks, but it was nothing compared to what burned inside me. Raffaele’s words still echoed in my head. Every accusation, every doubt. Did you sleep with them? You’re not worthy! I dug my heels in harder, pushing the horse faster towards it’s limits. I didn’t know where I was going—only that I had to get away. Eventually, the golden dunes gave way to something unexpected. Palm trees. A sliver pool of still water reflecting the sky. An oasis. I dismounted clumsily, nearly stumbling in the sand. My heart was racing. My chest felt tight. I didn’t cry—I couldn’t. I just… undid the straps of my sandals, let them fall, and walked into the water fully clothed. The chill bit into my skin. But I welcomed it. I wanted to wash everything off. The betrayal. The guilt. The ache in my chest that wouldn’t leave no matter how far I ran. I wanted Raff
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Raffaele’s POV Then she kicked up the pace, the horse galloping faster across the golden sand. She rode with complete control. I sighed, smirking to myself. If only she’d ride me with that same passion. Maybe then, I could finally set her free. I finally caught my breath as I slid off my horse near the wreck. The ship lay half-buried in the sand, much of its original structure still intact. It looked so strange—like a skeleton rising from the dunes. “So what do you think, Valentina?” I asked, brushing the sand from my sleeve. “Does it excite you?” She didn’t even try to hide the spark in her eyes.“More than you know,” she said with a beaming voice. “Valentina…” I started, then paused. “That monk—Deva Pran. I don’t like him. He knows too much. And he never gives a straight answer.” She arched her brow. “Are you… jealous of a monk?” Her lips curled. “I thought they were supposed to be purified from… earthly temptations.” I scoffed. “He’s not a saint. Just a man in a robe wh
The Tycoon’s Temptress - Red Flower’s Chase Chapter 48 - Skybound Temptation
Raffaele's POV The desert rolled beneath us in endless folds of gold, the morning sun burning the dunes into molten waves. The only sound was the occasional roar of the flame above as our captain, Hembapu Zimmermann, adjusted the burner. Valentina stood beside me, the wind teasing strands of her dark hair across her cheek—her gaze locked on the horizon, like she already belonged, here with me by her side. “Do you like it, Valentina?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. She leaned into my chest for once. “Yes. I adore it.” “Do you adore the horizon… or me?” I said with a smirk. “Don’t be silly. You know how I feel about you,” she said, giving my chest a playful push. “Actually, no. I think I do—but then I make one wrong move, and suddenly I don’t know what’s up or down anymore.” “All within good time… as I said, Raffaele. Don’t be so impatient.” I sighed and just held her. Nothing was ever easy when it came to Valentina. Hembapu Zimmermann interrupted our quiet moment. “Prepare
The Tycoon’s Temptress - Red Flower’s Chase Chapter 47 - Namibian Heat
Raffaele’s POV I woke before the sun had fully crested the dunes, the light creeping through the thin hotel curtains in a dull gold haze. Valentina lay beside me, her dark hair spilling across the pillow. Her brow was furrowed, even in sleep. I had taken her to the most luxurious hotel the city could offer—Strand Hotel Swakopmund—right on the beachfront promenade, with panoramic views of the Atlantic Ocean. Modern interiors blended with coastal charm, large windows, and stylish suites. Quiet luxury with a mix of German colonial influence and Namibian warmth. The room had a soft blue pastel shade, contrasting red color-block cushions, a red plush chair, cream-colored curtains, and that stunning view. But the most stunning wasn’t the view—it was Valentina. I was so drawn to her I couldn’t resist. She didn’t stir when I shifted. Just curled tighter into the sheets, one hand still resting against my chest like she had something to hold on to. For a moment, I stayed there
The Tycoon’s Temptress - Red Flower’s Chase Chapter 46 - Haus Hohenzollern Archives
Raffaele’s POV After lunch at Jetty 1905, we didn’t linger. Valentina had somehow pulled herself back together to her usual poised self. She felt less brittle and more focused. The wine had smoothed her edges, and I could already see the excitement brimming in her eyes. As we drove through Swakopmund, the streets shifted from wide, sandy roads to rows of pastel-colored houses with curved balconies and ornate trim. The town, once a German outpost, still wore its colonial past—buildings in Jugendstil and Art Nouveau lining the streets like something from a misplaced European postcard. It looked more like a seaside resort town from Germany than anything I expected in the Namibian desert. So out of place. And strangely elegant. By the time the limousine rolled up to the colonial archives in central Swakopmund, she was practically vibrating with restrained anticipation. The building Haus Hohenzollern had once been a hotel for German dignitaries, then a gambling den
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