Novel & Cerita Angel Dust And Valentino

I'm lifting my butt so I can get off from his lap but he pulled me down again "Where do you think you're going?" "Go back to the camp , it's 2 and we have to get up at 6 to make breakfast" "Oh come on.. If we go back to the camp now , we'll be our usual self which is I hope I can stop the time for awhile" I looked at him disbelief "That's for saying that I'm a good kisser" I said cocky "I won't ask for it if you're not a good kisser Valentine" "Why do you always call me by Valentine? Everyone is call me Val" I asked and he smiled. He caressed my cheek and slowly trail his hand to my neck.. shoulder and arm

Today was Valentine's Day, and I wanted my husband to take a day off. "Stay home with me," I said. "Valentine's Day is the best time to make money," he replied, turning away. As he stepped out the door, he casually reminded me, "Call me if anything happens." I had planned to wait for him to come back, but at some point, I drifted off to sleep. When I woke, it wasn't to the sound of him returning—it was the pain that pulled me out of my daze. Cold sweat soaked my face as I gasped for air.

She no longer exists. Under the last line was a name he had never seen me write. [Elena Valenti] For a moment, Julian didn’t understand. Then the name hit him like a fist. Valenti. Anyone in New York knew the name. Old money whispered it. Politicians feared it. Cops pretended not to see it. It belonged to armored gates, private docks, and men who smiled before pulling the trigger. He sank into a chair, his face draining of color. He called my old number.

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

“It’s the perfect moment.” Her driver glanced back. “You want me to give the order?” Valentina crushed the cigarette into the ashtray with a smile. “Not yet. Let them think they’ve healed. Let the cracks seal just enough… and then we’ll shatter everything.” She rolled up the window, and the SUV disappeared into the night like a shadow, leaving behind nothing but smoke and silence. Back inside the estate, Aria and Alejandro walked together, soaked but lighter. Jace watched them from the hallway window, a rare smile playing on his lips. But even he didn’t realize how short-lived that peace would be.

The last thing I wanted was for her to fall under the tornado of his anger. "I met Mr. Romano-" "Valentino?" Alex asked. I didn't truly know his name, but I just nodded my head in agreement. "He told me that you were going to get tired of me, and when Angelo no longer wanted me, I'd fall onto him as one of his girls. He didn't exactly get specific, but my assumption was that he was referring to a type of girl that was rewarded money for certain favors," I told him, hanging my head.

“You should take a seat and let me dress your wound,“ The doctor said and it was then I began to feel the pain from the bullet that brushed past my shoulders during the shoot-out with Diego’s gang. I thanked the doctor when he was done and he left. I went back to sit on my chair with Angelo looking at me warily. “Just say whatever it is that's making you look at me that way,“ I said and carried the document for the last shipment we got and began flipping through the pages. “Have you fallen for the captive?“ Angelo asked me with a teasing smile on his face and I immediately stopped flipping through the pages and looked at him. “I haven't. You know I've never loved any lady aside from my mom,“

Her eyes were red from the basement stress, but there was no emotion on her face. When Dante entered the room, the stylists froze and bowed slightly. Dante walked slowly toward Valentina, studying her from head to toe. “You look… stunning,” he said quietly. Valentina didn’t respond immediately. She kept her hands folded on her lap. Dante’s eyes lingered on her face, but then they hardened. “You know the consequences of what you did tonight,” he said coldly. “You will face them.” Valentina swallowed. Her throat tightened. She waited a few seconds… then nodded.

His hair was brushed back, his jaw clean, his dark eyes finding me instantly. And God, he looked like a fallen angel. Even Elena Dubois, the event planner of billionaires and royalty flown in from Paris, paused immediately when she saw him, pressing a hand over her heart dramatically. “Oh my God,” she whispered to Giulia, “no one told me the Devil of Milan was this handsome.” Valentino’s lips curved into a soft smirk as he walked toward me. “Can I see my wife for a moment?” he asked, glancing at Elena. Elena clapped her hands, her French accent thick as she teased, “Ah, Don Romano, I know you cannot resist, but we have a schedule! However… for you, two minutes.”

Angel carefully read everything Natasya had sent her and kept them in mind, then she opened her door with a yawn. Downstairs, Deborah was returning back to the house after sending Fandrey out. She jumped in fright when she saw the dark circles under Angel's eyes, "What's wrong with you?" "Grandma, I didn't sleep at all last night. I was busy reading up on Valeria's scandals. Do you know how vicious she is?" Angel exaggerated Valeria and Mason's scandal and even said that Valeria fought with Ashley to be with him. She continued saying that Valeria immediately ditched Mason when she realized William's true identity and plotted against Ashely, which resulted in her death.