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He also said I needed to stay in a good mood, be careful with my diet and medication, and take good care of myself. Next to the medical report were two plane tickets for a seven-day trip to Isvalia. I initially planned to tell her on Valentine's Day, so I could relax with her before the surgery. Now, that was no longer needed. Nancy rushed back with the first-aid kit and rifled through it a few times before stopping. "Where's the ointment? Did you…" She cut herself off halfway through. I caught the fleeting expression on her face—guilt mixed with a hint of unease.

Being with him made me feel bad because I was living my life while Kayla and Alexis would never have that and I hated myself for it. “I can’t help feeling disgusted with myself for feeling such emotions when they will never have that. They were just so young and deserved to be happy. I don’t deserve to be happy.” As the words left me, they felt so true which only hardened my resolve. I was never going to see Liam again. I just couldn’t do that to myself and to him if I could never fully commit. “Why do you think you don’t deserve happiness? Were you the reason for what happened to Alexis and Kayla? Did you force them to make the choices they made?”

"You'll be alright. I can't let you die without knowing why you moved out of our apartment so hang in there and get to answer me when you wake up." Everly tapped on my shoulders and said, "Your phone." I took it from her and sat in the chair staring at Bernie's room without a blink. After a while, "Louisa!" I heard Mateo's voice. When I turned Mateo was walking towards me along with valentine and Ace. Mateo said, "Valentine's Day is A negative type of blood too." I asked valentine, "Please help me, Val. My friend, he's…" Before I finished, Valentine said, "Mateo told me about everything. I'll take care of it." And walked to see the doctor after getting a hug from Everly.

Louis just glared at him, causing Volstrige to take a step back. “Damn, I told you not to bother him this morning. Looks like he didn’t have a good time with Ma’am Elaine,” Volstrige said. “What’s the occasion?” one of them asked, surprising the three of them. Volstrige cleared his throat and confidently spoke. “Valentine’s Day is when lovers express their affection with greetings and gifts.” Brennon immediately slapped him. “Idiot, you’re holding a cheat sheet. Give me your phone!” Brennon said as he wrestled with Volstrige because he hadn’t finished reading what was on the screen.

I chuckle sadly. "Then p-please-… Please, don't hurt me," little Valerie begs. "I won't because you're going to meet a charismatic vampire and call him Charming. He's going to be your saviour, your brother. He's going to put you on a sugar rush, and you'll pretend you hate it, but deep down, you love it. You're going to see Eldora. The beauty behind the chaos. There's going to be a witch. She's going to take care of you and share her wisdom, heal your wounds."

Damon Valentino ~•~ The next morning, I woke up with an email from the office of the dean and I knew things were about to get much worse. ‘From: officeofthedeannyc@g***l.com To: profvalentino@yahoo.com Date: 7 Dec 2023, 06:17 Good day,

In my right hand, a very expensive bottle of champagne, his favourite as well, which, I chuckled to myself, left me a little broke. I walked down the hallway of Montague tech, and then pressed the elevator button that would take me to the floor of my boyfriend's office. Today was Valentine's Day and I was going to propose to my boyfriend of three years. I know he was the one that was traditionally meant to propose to me, but he was pretty indecisive, and we had soulmate energy. Why wait any longer when we could tie the knot now? And knowing him, he'd be appreciative that I actually put my foot first, he'd say yes. We were too good together. I could feel it in my bones.

My whole body shivered uncontrollably. Ian… How could he? Out there, with another woman? And so recklessly that it landed them in a hospital? The realization was like a blow to the gut. My breath hitched painfully, and I clung to the wall for support. Why did I have to find out like this—while carrying his child? Why did he have to betray me, especially today, of all days? Valentine's Day. Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain gripped my belly. I bent over, barely able to stay on my feet, while the voices around me continued unabated.

Mrs. Willow's expression shifted to one of concern as she replied, "Pascal, you're still fixated on those who wanted you dead?" Valentine Anderson's brow furrowed deeply in frustration – this was not the acknowledgment he had hoped for. With a chill in his voice, he corrected her, "Don't call me that. My name is Valentine Anderson." Unperturbed by his frosty demeanor, Mrs. Willow casually slid a series of photographs across the table. Upon seeing the contents, Valentine's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He rubbed his eyes as if to clear them from a trick of the light, but the images remained unchanged.

’ “But she’s not loyal. You can’t tame what isn't born for you, Valentina.” Valentina laughed, soft, amused, a blade hidden in silk. “You underestimate me, my dear. Everyone bleeds for me eventually.” Hessa’s growl was barely audible, but it was there. “She’s dangerous. You know that. Dennise, she’s not just anyone. She’s his.” That single pronoun hit me like a dagger to the ribs. His. They were talking about Ace. Valentina’s tone turned curious. “Ah, yes. The wolf Tsar. The mate you share.”