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Chapter 56 - The Honeymoon Fitting
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Valentina’s POV I had asked Giuliana to prepare the luxury hotel’s open-air amphitheater—staged and ready for me. I stood behind a towering champagne fountain, mic in one hand, still favoring the side where the stitches strained against my movements. The pain from the gunshot hadn’t vanished—it had simply learned to live with me. I moved as naturally and gracefully as I could. The setting was tropical and lush, framed by white columns and swaying palms. The hotel itself—an elite cliffside resort overlooking the Pacific—boasted infinity pools, firelit walkways, and soft golden lighting that made everything shimmer like a dream. My red, open-back dress hugged me in all the right places. I knew Raffaele’s eyes would be on me—and only me—tonight. I gave a low whistle. Lorenzo, my lion, made his grand entrance. Heads turned. Gasps followed. “I know you all know Lorenzo by now,” I said into the mic, my voice smooth and sweet, “but I wanted him here for this special night.” I s
The Tycoon’s Temptress - Red Flower’s Chase Chapter 56 - The Honeymoon Fitting
I picked up my phone and immediately dialed Monica Buccella. “Monica, it’s me,” I said, my voice trembling just enough to betray everything I was trying to hide. “Oh dear, are you in trouble, Valentina?” she gasped. “How can I help? You sound awful! What happened, darling?” “I don’t have time to explain,” I rushed out. “Please—fly in Lorenzo for me, will you? I need him. And talk to Giuliana. She’ll understand.” “Of course, dear,” she purred. “Anything for you. No flaming hula hoops this time?” I let out a dry laugh. “No, thanks, Monica. Not tonight. We’re celebrating our honeymoon. Wish you could come—but it’s family only.” “Love you, darling.” “Love you too. Bye.” I had to slip back into my mask of power—to hide my pain. It was my only survival. My power to claim. The only way to reclaim agency in a world where I’m constantly being played, tested, and watched. If I don’t weaponize my femininity—my beauty—how else can I gain the upper hand in a man’s cold worl
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Raffaele’s POV I sat in silence in Valentina’s room. The drip slowly fed into her veins. Her pulse was steady, but faint. A heart monitor beeped in the stillness, and the air conditioning vent hummed above us. Our fragile trust was shattered. And our enemies were tightening their grip. Would I protect Valentina as a man betrayed… or as the only one left who truly understands the cost of love and war? I didn’t speak. I didn’t touch her. I just looked at her. She looked like a pale sleeping beauty. A far cry from the fierce woman who once commanded the attention of a whole room. I leaned down and whispered into her ear. It didn’t matter if she heard it or not. “You lied to me, Valentina… but I still chose to fight for you. And things will never be the same again. Just wake up—for my sake—and you’ll see…” Then I walked slowly out, leaving her with nothing but the soft beep of the machine behind me. I’m not the villain she tries to paint me as. But I’m no traditional hero eith
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