Novel & Cerita Courtiers Valentine Low

"Stop shooting!" Valerie knelt on the ground, her cheek already starting to swell, and tugged the hem of Vivienne's clothes as she pleaded, "Ms. Kerrigan, you can hit me however you want, but I won't accept your money! I swear I'll never undermine your position as the fiancée. I just really love Cedric. Please, can you just let me off?"

As soon as she shimmied into the gown, the bedroom door swung open and Devin walked in with nothing but a flimsy black brief shielding his nudity. "Did you bring me here?" Valentine asked, looking to the floor. "Morning," He returned. His unsatisfactory response made Valentine look him straight in the eye and what followed was instant regret. The foul words that erupted from the wicked depths of her mind caught at her throat as she took in the sight of his rumpled dark hair on the clean-cut side. The dark brown—almost black—eyes, the strong jaw, and the perfectly sculpted body. Valentine's stomach flipped. The filthy thoughts that rushed through her brain like serotonin courtesy of her wolf

Whatever it was, Valerie obeyed, heading inside. “Mr. Roth,” she said coolly. Her voice carried, even though she spoke softly. “A word. Now.” It wasn’t a request. Damien followed her toward the shadowed curve of the courtyard, away from the waiting staff and passing guests. The moment they were out of earshot, Valentina’s mask cracked. For a moment, silence stretched. Valentina poured herself a glass of champagne from the sideboard, slow and deliberate, before turning to face him. “You’re a clever man, Damien,” she began, swirling the glass lazily. “Clever enough to build an empire, clever enough to survive enemies who’d like nothing more than to see you ruined. But clever men often make mis

I leaned toward one of them and said, "I want the best pieces in her size. Clothes, shoes, bags. Everything." Val turned sharply. "Adrian? What are you doing? I don’t need…" "Shhh," I said softly, smiling down at her. "Just follow me, that's your job." The boutique had a sitting area with velvet chairs and a glass table. A waitress came over and served us two glasses of chilled wine without even asking. I handed one to Valentine "Drink, relax, and let them do the work." She sat back with a sigh, but I noticed her eyes darting around from one place to another in disbelief. There was a spark in them that I hadn’t seen before and It made something inside me soften.

The atmosphere was really awkward for her alone, when other ladies had their boyfriend, or finance with them all enjoying a blissful afternoon and here she was waiting for her boyfriend's arrival. She wore a long white shirt, with tight red jeans that brought out her shape really well. At the back of her shirt, a red big heart shape was drawn with a word boldly screaming Valentine's day underneath it. Her long blonde almost white hair was packed neatly in a ponytail style. Valerie was a young lady gifted with round small lips, pointed nose which fitted her face well, long eyelashes which didn't need the artificial one again, and lovely deep blue eyes that fitted her round small face properly

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

Chapter 10: Quickie DEVON'S P.O.V “A-Angelo,” I stuttered. His kisses trailed down from my neck, going to my nipple. I can smell his manly scent with sweat and alcohol on it. He spat on my neck and sucked it. I pushed him away and tried to escape, but he was determined to what he wanted. And I’m saddened to admit it, but I love it. Angelo looked me in the eyes. “I heard you are a courtesan here—the great Devon Ellis. I’m going to pay you four thousand dollars for this quickie,” and he gave me his wallet full of money.

“I hate liars more than I hate thieves, Beth. And right now, you’re looking like both.” The intercom buzzed again. Susan, less patient this time. “Mr. Knight, Miss D’Souza is asking if she should order without you.” Valeria. His fiancée. The woman who had a Vogue spread last month titled _“New York’s Next Power Couple.”_ Adrian’s jaw ticked. He didn’t look away from me. “Tell her I’ll be there in two minutes.” Two minutes. That was all I had before he went to lunch with the woman he’d marry, while I carried his baby and $3.72.