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A few times, he’d even brought me a snack to the library – I had no idea how he’d learned my love of apples and honey peanut butter, but I was grateful either way – before selecting a book and leaving. However, I wasn’t interested in trying to engage in awkward pleasantries if I was still planning on leaving after Blaze was fully rehabilitated. Valen had made his stance clear, and, no matter how lovely my night with Blaze had been, I wasn’t going to try and change the Alpha King’s mind. I wouldn’t put myself in the position to be pushed to the side again. Still, running into his hard chest around corners, breathing in his oaken scent as I wandered down hallways, thinking of that spectacular

She knew the agony she was putting him through. During the opening of the gifts, the cruelty reached its peak. "Open this one, Julian!" Valentina squealed, handing him a small, velvet-wrapped box. Julian opened it to find a pair of tiny, handcrafted leather booties. He held them up, a genuine smile breaking across his face, the kind of smile that would never be directed to him. "They're perfect," Julian said softly. He looked at Valentina with such pure, unadulterated devotion that Elian felt his heart finally, truly break.

"You'd be worse than this if you had." I groan, rub my face in my hands at something else I have no clue about and don't really want to find out. "Yeahhh," She laughs. "Let's have that conversation when you're feeling a bit less like a corpse." Pushing the existential crises aside, I press further. "Are you bonded?" Valentine's expression turns horrified. "Absolutely not, bitch. I'm a Beta." The relief in her voice is extraordinary. "Thank fuck." The last of my magic drink goes down the wrong hole and I choke.

I watched as he used those flames to reclaim the docks, lighting up the night, smiling as he said, "Once I've secured my position, I'll marry you in grand style." I thought we would last a lifetime. I never imagined our love would crumble under a few careless lies from Lina. Lina had said, "She's a merchant's daughter. What could she want besides money?" Yet, she never knew that last year, when the Valentino Family faced a financial collapse, it was I who transferred 30 million through anonymous accounts to help them survive. And just last month, when a rival family sent assassins, it was I who had my bodyguard take a bullet for him…

On Valentine's Day, I waited for my husband at the restaurant where he had made a reservation. My heart was full of love. I had just become pregnant with our baby. Suddenly, eight women barged into the restaurant. The one leading the charge was a woman dressed in a halter top, tight leather pants, and stilettos. The waiter approached them, “Hello, miss. Do you have a reservation? I’m afraid we are fully booked for the night.” The woman shoved the waiter away and hissed, “Move! I’m here to catch my boyfriend in the act!

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Ruby is a special assistant assigned to help with all of Valerie's needs. "It's okay Ruby. Did you get what I wanted?" Valerie's eyes glanced at the paper bag of a bookstore she wanted to go to but, Valerie couldn't because being in a wheelchair while choosing books was not something she was comfortable with. "Of course, I got the book you wanted." Ruby with her sweet smile handed over a paper bag with two limited edition books Valerie ordered. "Ahh thank you, Ruby." Valerie spread her arms and immediately greeted Ruby with a warm hug.

I corrected, feeling my face flush, which only made Alex and Gianna laugh. Alex handed me a small wrapped gift. “It’s a superhero coloring book for Valen. Figured he’d like it.” I smiled, touched by the thoughtfulness behind such a simple gift. “He’ll love it, I’m sure.” But I knew I couldn’t linger around him for too long. Byron was somewhere, and even though the party was in full swing, he’d sense something if I wasn’t careful. I excused myself and returned to the rest of the guests, though I could feel Alex's eyes watching my every move.

The look on his face when he takes a sip of what he expects to be a rich, velvety red, only to find it’s basically grape-flavored water, is priceless. He takes it all in infuriatingly good stride, barely acknowledging my antics. Until, on the second day, I push just a little too far. I am dusting a bookshelf. Aggressively. I'm practically trying to remove the varnish with my feather duster. Valentine watches from the doorway, his eyes narrowed, that subtle scent of cinnamon growing stronger, a sign of his growing annoyance. “You are not actually dusting, are you?” “Wouldn’t you like to know.” I give a particularly vigorous swipe at a row of books.

It didn’t take me long to put on the red sleeveless gown Jacob had bought for me a month before, in preparation for Valentine’s Day/Night. Valentine. I giggled to myself and almost kicked my feet at the air save for the fact that I was standing. Jacob had been the most loving and considerate boyfriend I’d ever had, and I was looking forward to seeing him again. Just as planned, I was going to head over to his house and spend the valentine’s with him. And yes, we wanted to savor every minute, hence the reason why I wanted to be at his place before midnight.