Courtiers Valentine Low Novels & Stories

Feeling relieved, Valentine tried to hide her smile as she placed the ingredients to the boiling water inside the pot. “I wonder what this was… Mysterious lady in black dated the town’s youngest billionaire…” The way Delilah spoke the words made Valentine’s heart pound hard. Missy released and she walked over to Delilah to read the article seen in the phone. “… the lady in black was called Valentine Valencia, the name mentioned by the billionaire himself during his speech.” “You know you’re such a joker, D,” Valentine laughed nervously again. She covered the pot and turned herself around to walk to where the chair was. She sat down, looking at the opposite direction, avoiding her friends’ gr

And once she did… I’d set her loose. I could already see it , the heartbreak in her eyes, the righteous fury in her trembling hands. The court would sympathize. The people would listen. And if it came to it… the council might very well turn on Tristan if they believed the real bride had returned. And poor Valarie… what a pity. The perfect imposter exposed. I swirled my wine, watching the liquid stain the glass like blood. This was a game of patience now. A game of elegant, vicious moves. And no one played it better than me.

The salespeople bowed. “Oh, poor. Can you just pay for all of it with Reid’s money?” Valerie frowned and turned to her. “What? And who are you?” Valerie crossed her arms. “I’m the owner of this store,” Quinn said. “I don’t think I have met you officially.” Valerie pressed her lips looking at her from head to toe. “I’m Graham King’s fiancee and Reid’s mate was demure and a sweet girl. Surely not someone like you. She usually goes here to buy dresses and she uses Reid’s card. I don’t see any of Reid’s cards on you.”

“Nah. I’m too young to settle down.” I raise a brow. “Achilles. You’re almost a hundred years old.” He corrects me smoothly. “Over a hundred.” I stare at him. “And I’m the one in love?” He shrugs, completely unbothered. Just then, I hear the soft creak of a door opening. We both turn toward the sound. Valentine steps into the kitchen, his golden hair damp, curling slightly at the ends. He’s freshly showered, a loose shirt hanging off his frame, and his sharp golden eyes lock onto me immediately.

It was just money in exchange for fun, after all. The sun was already setting, but the heat of love was still raging on. There was an air of lust hanging about. Brochures and promotions for Valentine's Day were abundant, and couples filled the streets. I stopped my car, and the club's manager greeted me. "Alone today, Ms. Croyford?" "Yes. Get me someone young, hot, and down for anything." Before I got married, I would always wine and dine with my clients in this club. It was a good place.

She informed filling my glass with orange juice. “With Victor.” I scoffed hearing his name and she nodded with a questioning look. “Sometimes I feel like, this Victor is his first wife.” She laughed at my statement and Valerie sipped her coffee. “Victor is Valentine’s right hand. He never goes out without him. Don’t be jealous of that lad, I can tell you that Valentine is straight. He isn’t interested in guys like Harman.” Valerie assures me like it was some serious issue earning a slap on head from Lola. I spit the juice ruining my dress and laughed hard.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to give Damien up.” Valerie paused, her panties dangling from her fingers as she glanced at the redhead. “I never had him,” she said. “This was all a joke, some twisted game you two thought up to prove a point.” She turned to Damien, anger coursing through her now, replacing the shame and heartache she felt. “What did you win, anyway? I hope it was worth it. Fucking with my mind that way. Making sport of me for your own amusement. I hope you enjoyed every twisted minute of it.”

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 rolls down all her windows before closing her door. "You got her calm?" Courtney asks, looking into the open driver's side window of Valentine’s truck. "Alpha aura," he mutters. She smiles warmly at me. "Hi, Vivian. I'm Courtney, your mate's cousin." "Hi," I smiled, despite myself. Whatever Valentine is doing to me, it's making me feel slightly drugged. I almost feel high right now, staring over at the beautiful red-headed woman I once thought was Valentine’s wife. Cousin. She is his cousin.

“I had a hearty breakfast,” “Are you free at the weekend? We can catch up sometime.” “I have plans with my boyfriend,” Vincent laughed and it was offensive to Haven. “I heard that James cheated on you. Did you find a new boyfriend already?” Haven wasn’t shocked to know Vincent was aware of her relationship status. In fact, she expected the entire office to know about it. Because James had friends here and was very well known to be dating sweet Haven. Haven gritted her teeth and said, “Yes. I found a new boyfriend.”