Courtiers Valentine Low Novels & Stories

It was February 14th and The Grand Ballroom of The Valentino Grand Hotel was decorated with red and white ribbons and balloons floating in the air. The room looked like a sea of crimson and gold, a cathedral of wealth built to honor the day. Of course! It’s Valentine’s Day… the very day Julian Valentino loathed with every fiber of his being. But to the elites of Manhattan and the hotel's stake holders,it was a night of pure romance, while to Julian, it was a reminder of a betrayal that had turned his heart into ice.

"Just like a lawyer to ask that." Valentine murmured with a smile. He seemed somewhat excited as he led Eugene. "I have a gift for you." Valentine said while gripping the villa's doorknob. "...A gift?" Eugene muttered softly, thinking of the things Valentine had previously offered as gifts. A bag full of candy. When Eugene said he didn't like candy, Valentine promptly offered a bag full of money. And next, hadn't he offered to give Luciano's vacation house as a gift? Eugene looked around the villa. A luxury villa with a private dock and yacht. Not bad as a replacement for the New York Upper East Side penthouse.

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.”

I whirl around to glare at him, but he just leans casually against a nearby tombstone, smirking. “Something like that,” I mutter, turning back to the grave. “She and her little crew said I looked like crap, so I told her she didn’t exactly look impressive either.” There’s a loud, theatrical hoot behind me. “Well, well!” Valentine exclaims, clapping his hands. “North finally grows a spine! Shame it’s made of Styrofoam.” I snap my head around. “Excuse me?” “Come on,” he says, grinning. “That’s the best you could come up with? ‘You don’t look impressive’? She’s probably crying herself to sleep right now.”

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.