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Valentina sounded pissed but the creep doesn't focus on her, she looks at me. "Take me instead.” She offered and I raised a brow amused. "Bianca!” The imbecile with almost crushed balls groaned. “What? You won't?" She asked boldly. “I only want Morretti's daughter.” I said loudly with an intention to make her spill and she fell for it. "And who says I am not Morretti's daughter!?” She fires back and Valentina's hand in mine jerks away. "What did you just say?” Valentina's voice is shaky but she gets ignored.

The realization hit me harder than it had yesterday. Serena Vale was gone. Maybe dead. Meanwhile, I was trapped inside Lilith Laurent's body, about to marry a man she hated enough to die trying to escape. My throat tightened painfully. No. Don't think about it. Not now. If I thought about everything now, about Damian, about Vanessa… I would completely fall apart in front of hundreds of people. So instead, I forced myself to walk. One step, then another. The cathedral suddenly felt too long, too bright, too suffocating.

"What do you mean?" She held up the phone for me to see, and the headline practically screamed off the screen: "Mafia Heir Dante Moretti Marries Influential Heiress Seraphine Valli in Private Ceremony." My breath caught in my throat. I blinked at the words again and again, refusing to believe what I was seeing. It was already happening. Today. "No…" I whispered. Katya grabbed her jacket, her movements frantic now. "It's happening today. My source at the Valli estate says they moved up the ceremony to avoid media attention. They're in the inner villa already. Seraphine planned this down to the minute."

“Even though I could’ve. My army is strong enough now. But I didn’t attack.” “Why?” Alexandro asked. “Because I want peace,” Valerian said simply. “And… because my wife would kill me if I started another war.” Alexandro allowed himself a faint smile. “Your wife… she’s a siren, isn’t she?” Valerian raised an eyebrow. “How did you know?” “I suspected it,” Alexandro said. “The lake… Serena saw something. Someone. That was her, wasn’t it?” Valerian nodded. “Nivera. She’s… complicated. But she’s mine. And yes, I know your wife saw her. I allowed it.”

“I thought Isadora was—” “She is not,” Serena cut him off sharply. “Not by blood. She lied to me, Matteo. Lied about my father, lied about herself, and now I find this—” She shook the photo, her voice cracking. “Who the hell am I, really? A Valentino? A Romano? Or just a pawn between both?” Matteo reached out, gently pressing her hand down so she wouldn’t tear the fragile image. “You are Serena Vale. That’s who you are. The rest is blood and history, nothing more.”

My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces. It was no wonder he had been so angry at us. It was Valentine's Day, and he was busy accompanying his first love, Mia Silvermane. Tina's call had interrupted his sweet moments with her, and that was why he lost his temper. Tina stared at the phone screen that went black and started to cry again. She climbed up next to my body and kept calling out to me. "Mommy, Mommy, don't die, please! Can you please not die? I'll be good…"

Serena barely slept that night. Not because of the job itself. But because every time she closed her eyes, she kept seeing Mr vale watching her across that office. It was ridiculous. She didn’t even know the man. Yet something about Kael Vale stayed in her head long after she left the mansion. And she can't quite place a finger on it. Serena turned over in bed and groaned softly into her pillow. “Please tell me you’re not awake stressing over those rich people again.” Serena lifted her head slightly to see Mira leaning against the bedroom doorway with crossed arms.

"She thinks she's playing a game of leverage. She doesn't realize that I’ve already lost everything I was afraid to lose. A man with nothing left to lose is the most dangerous thing in the world, Aria. And Cassandra is about to find out exactly what I’m willing to do to keep you." As the sun began to peek over the horizon, painting the sky in shades of bruised orange and gold, I realized that the "Dirty Valentine" was only just beginning. We were bound by blood, bound by secrets, and now, we were bound by a journey that would either lead us to freedom—or to a shallow grave on the edge of the Atlantic.

A few of them, the ones who had quietly sold their shares, suddenly looked down, unable to meet her gaze. Killian picked up the documents with trembling hands. He scanned them quickly, looking at the legal proof properly notarized and sealed. Everything was legitimate. His throat tightened. “This… this isn’t possible,” he muttered. “Oh, it’s very possible,” Serena said softly. “You see, while you were busy mishandling funds and letting your personal life interfere with your business, I was rebuilding mine. And now,” she tilted her head, “I’ve taken back what was always rightfully mine.”

“You let her die with your child.” Damien had said nothing. He had listened to the venom, let it carve through him, then hung up. There were no words that would change her hatred, no words that would bring Selena back. And yet some nights, when whiskey blurred the edges of his fury, he swore he felt her beside him. The warmth of her laugh, her gentle touch on his body. But when he opened his eyes, the bed was cold. --- Three years passed. Valerie learned to glide through banquets draped in couture, to field conversations with European financiers without flinching, to smile in a way that revealed nothing. Valentina paraded her across Madrid and Barcelona, the mysterious daughter she had “adopted,” though whispers said blood tied them.

“I know I should stay away from you, Serena. God knows I’ve tried. But every time I tell myself to let you go, I find another reason to come closer.” ************************ He should have never wanted her. He should have never watched her. And he certainly should never have touched her. But Serena De Luca has always been the one woman Alessio Stefano Ravelli could never stop himself from wanting. For sixteen years, Serena has lived under a new name, thousands of miles away from home. She built a quiet life for herself, far from the blood, violence, and enemies that once made her family a target. Until her twenty-fifth birthday destroys everything. When her five-year relationship ends in humiliation, Serena gets involved with a mysterious stranger who knows far more about her than he should. A stranger who calls her baby girl. A stranger who watches her from the shadows. A stranger she should have feared long before she let herself want him. When her stalker crosses the final line and breaks into her home, Serena is forced to abandon the life she built and return to Italy. She thinks going home will finally make her safe. She is wrong. Because waiting for her is Stefano—the cold, dangerously controlled man her brother has assigned to protect her. And he is the same man she spent one unforgettable night with. Now he’s her bodyguard. The man she can’t stay away from. And the man hiding the darkest secret of all. When Serena discovers the truth, she will have to decide whether the man who hunted her deserves her hatred… or her heart. Because sometimes the most dangerous man in your life is also the one who would burn the entire world down just to save you.

Blurb Serafina Ferraro was born from an affair and raised like trash nobody wanted to throw out. Her stepmother hated her. Her sister mocked her. And Nico Caruso, the man she gave up everything for, drugged her and tried to sell her body to his boss. "You belong to me," Nico snarled, gripping her jaw. "You are like a stray dog. You bite, so you get smacked until you learn to sit still." Then a stranger kicked the door open. "I could have sworn I heard a damsel in distress," Dante Valentino said, calm as ice. He is not a hero. He is the illegitimate son of a powerful family, with his own war to fight. He does not save her out of kindness. "Do you want revenge?" he asked. She trains. She transforms. She becomes the woman nobody dares to laugh at again. But when Nico crawls back begging for forgiveness, old wounds threaten to pull her under, until Dante says three words she never expected. "I want you." Then they take her from him. They should not have done that.

“You really think Samuel and your ex-secretary are connected to Ethan?” “I think people don’t run unless they have somewhere to run to,” I said. “And Samuel never liked that I refused his proposal about merging distribution with one of his offshore friends. He’s exactly stupid enough to sell company secrets for validation.” Serena stepped closer, fingers brushing my forearm. “And you really believe I can handle this?” I lifted her chin gently. “Serena, you walked into a conference room full of people who tried to destroy your name, and you didn’t flinch. You slapped Ethan twice and didn’t apologize. You kept your head up. You protected yourself.”

You're so pathetic Massimo, so fucking pathetic to want love from someone who would have never looked at you twice have you not gotten power and money to boost the family name How stupid to want love from such a person who never showed you any in the beginning. **** Valeria pov Just as I land in LA, guess who the first person to ring my phone is? Sandor! The fuck does he want now? “What?” “What do you mean, what? Where the hell have you been, I have been trying to reach you for days. We need to get married soon and you just disappear?” I scoffed so hard as I rolled my eyes. “Who said I was going to marry you? In your dreams.” I immediately ended the call before he could even say anything else. I'm done with the Alessandro brothers, I'm not getting tangled with them again.

Emily's POV: As I lifted the lid of the box, I was taken aback by the beautiful silver necklace, adorned with a small crystal pendant that sparkled like a diamond. But that wasn't all - nestled beside the necklace lay a small, leather-bound book, its cover embossed with the title "You Are Beautiful" in elegant, cursive script. I felt a lump form in my throat as I picked up the book, running my fingers over the soft cover. "Ethan, this is...wow."

“ He betrayed them. He did lots of other stuffs too and that was when he kidnapped one of his twin girls.” I ran my hand through my hair, frustration inside me. “ And now, Sarian ” “ She’s their influence, ” Valentina said, her voice cold. “ She’s the debt they need paid. And they’re coming for her. ” I swallowed hard, trying to relax ” Then Valentina's voice dropped to a whisper. “I think Sarian need to know of this. Her mother didn't died of cancer like she thought. The Blood Vultures took her out and there's one more thing.” She said as I reached for the briefcase Matteo was holding and threw a wad of cash her way.

The room fell silent again. Then Serena asked the question she’d been holding back. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” Alexandra looked up nervously. Serena’s expression didn’t change. “Have you and Ethan been intimate?” Alexandra’s eyes widened at the unexpected question. Alexandra’s eyes widened in shock. “What?” Serena’s expression remained calm. “I asked if you and Ethan have been intimate.” Alexandra immediately shook her head. “No.” “Not once?” “No.” Serena narrowed her eyes. “You’re telling me nothing has ever happened between the two of you?”

"Fine… it was Julian Valentino.” Gigi froze. “Julian Valentino? You mean the Holy Billionaire?” “The very one. I was locked in with him for the entire protocol. I walked away with $160,000 and an exclusive deal.” Gigi’s jaw dropped. "The Saint? Thalia, they say he hasn't touched a woman in years. They say he’s made of ice." "Actually, he’s not ice," Thalia whispered, the memory of his touch making her skin prickle. "He’s fire.”

Now the entire Internet thinks that I had willingly given myself to men whom the society saw as cheap. “Valentina Rossi, the quiet spare of the Rossi-Ferraro alliance, caught in a scandalous night with some low class men. Sources say the encounter was raw, passionate, and very public in its aftermath. Sources also say that Valentina Ferraro was desperate for something passionate that she had to bring herself low to sleep with some random men! ” Fuck! Who did I sleep with? What have I done? I have totally destroyed my reputation by sleeping with some random men! Valentina!!!

"When you do something wrong, you pay for it. Sign this, and we can still be husband and wife." Someone grabbed my hand, pressed my thumb into the ink pad, and forced it down at the end of the contract. Joy flashed in Vivian's eyes. Matteo took the agreement and left with her. When the door closed, my heart finally died. I struggled to my feet, closed my fist around the broken ruby bracelet, and dialed a number I hadn't called in three years. When the line connected, the other side was silent. Salvatore Valenti, the don of the Valenti family, never needed to raise his voice to stop Chicago’s night in its tracks.