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"Really? You would do that?" "But of course, anything for you my love, so please stop crying, I can't seem to function, I can't think whenever you tear up. Come here." Valentina said Valentina hugged Ryan so tightly she said "Thanks Ryan." "I am and always will be here for you, I love you, okay?" Ryan said "Okay" Valentina nodded "Come on, please wipe those tears." Ryan used his thumb to clean her face and went to the closet where he had kept the gift he ordered earlier with hopes that it cheers her up.

Valentine breathed out, his voice rough and uneven. He reached down, his large, warm hand grabbing for mine to pull me off the wall. I pulled my hand back, tucking my arm tight against my ribs, away from his reach. Valentine's hand froze in midair, his fingers twitching before dropping back to his side. His eyes fell onto the crumpled tabloid pages sticking out of my canvas bag.

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.

“You look so beautiful… it hurts.” I froze. “Valentino—” “My twin always gets the best things,” he said softly. There was something in his voice—resentment, longing, sadness? I couldn’t tell. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small, wrapped object. “Here.” I unwrapped it carefully. It was a worn book—brown leather cover, soft and creased like it had lived through storms. A lily carved in the center. I gasped. “Valentino…”

“Have a seat, Leilah.” Colby assisted me in the seat in front of this Blake guy while he took the seat beside him. There were folders on the table and Blake is drinking wine. “Leilah, this is my adoptive brother, Blake Valentino. Blake, this is my biological sister, Leilah Rivera.” Colby introduced us. Blake reached out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Rivera.” His voice is sultry and wispy. It sounded like sea waves crashing inside my ears.

I mean, I can be who I am around her with no one judging me, and I guess that made our bond stronger. “Damn, son!” Zach whispered awestruck as he glued his eyes on Valentine and Valerie. Valentine was one of the few guys in this school that have been hit by puberty real hard. He has this average masculine build that quite familiar to every jocks, his eyes were strikingly and uniquely dyed jet black that seemed to pull you close like a black hole whenever you stare at it, his lips were so kissable, and of course, he got that style that seemed attractive mostly for insecure girls. He’s basically the definition of perfection in close comparison to Adonis, but he’s definitely a sworn fuckboy and

Then I asked, "So what else do you like, Valente?" His lips twitched at the way I said his name. "I like when people don't ask me personal questions" I rolled my eyes. "Shocking" A small smirk. "I like whiskey" I lifted a brow. "That's it?" He shrugged. "I don't think about what I like" "That's sad" He tilted his head slightly. "And what about you, Juliana?" I swallowed another spoonful of ice cream. "I like books. The smell of rain. Chocolate cake or anything chocolate"

They were good gifts, great gifts if I pretended they were not to apologize for him not loving me, but when I looked at the stack of first edition comic books, the dozens of white roses and the little card on them that read ‘You are my Sunshine,’ I wanted to smash something. One would ask what was wrong with receiving such sentimental gifts but they were things that had Jackson written all over them. When I first saw the pile of comics, I thought for a minute that Jackson had found another way of reaching me and terrorizing me but these gifts were from Valens and were delivered by his Beta.

Aria asked. “Yep.” “Whoa.. It’s beautiful. Oohh.. I like that the title is embossed.” Valerie opened the book. “Awww… Your message is so touching… I’m touched.” Valerie tried to mask her emotions through a joke. Her eyes felt teary. Then Aria realized something. “Val.. make sure you don’t crease the book. Keep it in top quality condition. Dawn.. you know your book would fetch a good price in a faraway future because of the message and signature, right?”

A yes. When I looked back at Valentina , she was smiling, quiet pride softening her face. Something tugged at my chest, something warm and unfamiliar. Something like gratitude. I leaned in and kissed her— just a brush of lips, quick and instinctive— before walking toward the bed. Stefan’s brows furrowed slightly as his gaze darted between us. I sat down beside him, reaching for the picture book on his nightstand, but before I could open it, he spoke.