Courtiers Valentine Low Novels & Stories

Silence is the only reply she receives. "Why didn't you use cherry as your collateral? afterall she has been more of a daughter to you all this while?" I asked coldly. "Valerie, unlike you she had her career right in front of her. You don't expect me to throw her into that mess, I was just being considerate" he said, smiling like he thought his words made any sense. So he thought of me as the useless daughter in the background? I get it, I wasn't a world famous model like she was, but saying all this to my face? that was fucking low, but then again, what did I really expect from him?

The billionaire had focused in on a person who immediately killed Amber’s mood and spoiled her appetite. His cunt wife was pacing in her room. Courtney’s fake blonde hair was perfectly in place, piled half on her head, the rest flowing down her back. She had on a pristine white pants suit. Her makeup also had obviously also been done by her professional stylist. Grayson clicked a button to allow the audio from the room. He leaned back in the chair and crossed his arms over his broad chest. “…never been so humiliated in all my life. I cried myself to sleep last night. He stood me up on Valentine’s Day Catrice! Daddy was so angry. I just…”

When he caught sight of her, he lustfully scanned her body like an X-ray machine and licked his lips hungrily. This action repulsed Phoenix but she swallowed her irritation and came up to him. Her mission was more important than her feeling. The man, known as the general was the seventh loyal commander and stakeholder in David Kingston's trusted circle of friends. He was in charge of the security details for David and he was ruthless at his job. "And who might this angel be?" The general's husky voice rapped in Phoenix's ears. "I am your Cleopatra, offering my entire body to you, on a platter of gold." Phoenix flirtatiously trialed her finger on his conspicuously exposed face, sending exhila

She slipped the card into her pocket and backed off the dance floor with trembling steps, feeling every stare licking at her like heat. Her shift resumed around her, but she moved as if underwater, carrying trays, smiling mechanically, replaying his voice again and again. Come alone. Ten. Valcourt Foundation. That night, she lay in her small, dim apartment staring at the ceiling, unable to blink away the heaviness in her chest. Adrian Valcourt. The man who danced with no one. The heir who avoided gossip. The billionaire who vanished from events early. And tonight he had chosen her. Not just to dance.

My fingers tightened in his damp hair, tugging his head closer instead of pushing him away. He noticed the change instantly. His eyes darkened, a low rumble echoing deep in his throat as he felt my posture soften against him. Valentine stood up from the chair, wrapping his arms under my arms and lifting me off the desk in one smooth motion. He carried me three steps over to the long, deep leather couch against the side wall of the office. He laid me down on the soft leather, hovering over me with his broad shoulders blocking out the harsh sunlight coming through the blinds.

"I do not need a high-society title to stand tall, and I do not need your permission to be in this room. My character speaks for itself." She turned her head, looking Eleanor straight in the face. "I did not marry Killian for his money or his position," Valerie said directly. "I married him because he treats me with respect. If this family chooses to judge me based on cheap assumptions, that is your choice. But I will not let anyone treat me like trash." Silence hit the room like a heavy brick. Victoria stared at Valerie, her lips opening and closing without a single sound coming out. Then, Genevieve Sterling set her silver fork down with a tiny clink.

C18 – KISS AND LESSON They both turned. A woman stood at the entrance. Slender, in a tight red dress that left little to the imagination. She had dark hair and smiled as if she knew every one of Eros's secrets. "Hello, Valentina. Good to see you," Eros said in a casual tone, placing a hand on Lucy's waist. Valentina Taylor was a trafficker. Known in the underworld for moving weapons, diamonds, and dirty favors to the highest bidder. She'd had a brief romance with Eros in the past—but it ended when she, in a moment of weakness, confessed she'd fallen in love with him.

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

Gio said smiling with pride. Valentine stood to his full height and walked over to where we were standing. I kept one hand on Charlie's head letting his presence calm me and vice versa and held the other out to Valentine. He smiled a smile that didn't quiet reach his eyes as his large warm hand engulfed mine. I had forgotten how tall he was as well - 6'5'- as the last time we'd met I'd been wearing heels that were much taller than the tims that were currently on my feet.

“Meeting Cassandra had changed that. I know I am not welcomed here. But I do love Cassandra, Alexandra, or whoever she wants to be. And when the war comes, I want to be one of the people standing beside her to protect her.” How could I still doubt that? Suzanna had personally verified Valerian’s identity. My own wife adored him. And his love for Alexandra was in his eyes. He proudly wore it like an expensive suit. He was a royalty and yet, he surrendered and even endured humiliation and beating from the wolves to express his sincerity. Every word he uttered about Cassandra showed his love for her. I had to admit it. He was a rival worthy of her love, too, and so was Giovanni who was working