Courtiers Valentine Low Novels & Stories

I'm lifting my butt so I can get off from his lap but he pulled me down again "Where do you think you're going?" "Go back to the camp , it's 2 and we have to get up at 6 to make breakfast" "Oh come on.. If we go back to the camp now , we'll be our usual self which is I hope I can stop the time for awhile" I looked at him disbelief "That's for saying that I'm a good kisser" I said cocky "I won't ask for it if you're not a good kisser Valentine" "Why do you always call me by Valentine? Everyone is call me Val" I asked and he smiled. He caressed my cheek and slowly trail his hand to my neck.. shoulder and arm

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

they announce, running after her. Now it’s just the four of us, with Valeria sliding off my lap and sitting next to me. The men both look like they’re embarrassed, but I just pat their shoulders and say, “That’s just what love is. I remember seeing Valeria for the first time and knowing that she’s the one for me.” Valeria smiles. “Now you’re really laying it on thick.” “I wouldn’t say that, because I remember feeling that way when I saw Heather too,” Vincent confesses with a silly grin on his face.

His knee brushed mine occasionally under the heavy tablecloth, sending sparks of familiar heat racing up my thigh. The first course arrived with quiet efficiency. The servants were all in crisp uniforms placing bowls of a creamy soup before each of us. I couldn’t pronounce the name if my life depended on it; it was something French, no doubt, with hints of truffle and herbs that danced on the tongue. Eleanor lifted her spoon with practiced grace and fixed her gaze on me. “So, Valerie,” she began, her voice smooth but laced with steel, “tell me about your family. Your background. What exactly do you bring to the Cantrell name besides a sudden marriage certificate that appeared without warning

“It's enough apologizing, Eli. It's useless. Nothing will change because you've seen my face already. But promise me to never tell anyone how I look, alright?” “I understand, Valentina. But can I touch your face?” “I owe you a debt, so to reduce the interest on the amount I owe you, I will agree to that. But don't look at my eyes for too long; you might become more addicted to me,” she said threateningly. I bit my lips, raising my hand. I closed my eyes and felt her soft and smooth cheeks. Valerie's face was so soft and smooth when I first touched her. She was gorgeous and seductive, like this woman who told me that she was Valentina.

"What is your game, Antonio? Why are you forcing yourself into my life?" Antonio leaned in closer, his expression grave as he rested his elbows on his knees. "Would you believe me if I told you that all of this was for the chance to win your affection?" The words hung heavy in the air between them, charged with emotion and sincerity. Valerie's piercing green eyes narrowed as she stared at him, her gaze intense and unwavering. She was dressed in an oversized white T-shirt that hung loosely over her slim frame, paired with worn stone-washed jeans that hid her beautiful curves. Her simple attire did injustice to her beautiful body, and yet Antonio fought against the raging desire to take her up

-------- TO: Mackenzie Marshal FROM: Vincent Valiant I need those Wienhowser copies on my desk in ten. Vincent Valiant CEO of Valiant Industries … My fingers drum lightly on the keys, getting ready to reply, but I'd rather see his face as I drop the stack in front of him. I grab the copies from the corner of my desk, which have been sitting there all morning—I've had the copies done since Wednesday afternoon—and then without looking back cup them in my arm and storm into his office without knocking.

Then he looked at me again—really looked. “I understand perfectly,” he murmured. “I will simply keep a little Hermes bag from the card in your name.” I nodded once understanding that he will take that as a bribe. He raised his voice. “Keep working, everyone! Slides! I need to show this sweetheart some of our exclusives for Dante.” The guards stepped forward instinctively. Valentino gave them a cool, dismissive side-eye. “It is just another showroom. And she will be naked. I doubt Dante wants you gentlemen to see her naked.”

Everything I owned, I worked for. "The card, Adeline. If you want a divorce, you will leave the card behind and everything else it paid for..." This asshole.... But of course. "Ask your mother..." I spoke, turning to face the nightmare I was still married to one last time. I knew then what card he was yapping about. "...she snatched it right out of my hand the very day you gave it to me. And everything in this bag..." I pointed to my suitcase, a bitter taste coating my mouth from the memory of how much I worked to own something of my own despite being married to the richest man in the country. "...I paid for it with my hard earned money. Sign the papers and send it in, Grayson. If you don't,

The tension between Eliseo and Althea, who hadn’t seen each other in years, filled the room with uncomfortable silence. Valentine soon entered from the kitchen, limping slightly as she favored the leg she had injured earlier that afternoon when she fell into the flower bed. Plastering on a warm, artificial smile, she greeted Althea. "Althea, you’re back! Please, have a seat. I just asked the housekeeper to prepare dinner—fried fish, your favorite!" In front of Eliseo, Valentine continued playing the role of the devoted, loving stepmother. Sadly, no amount of performance could hide what she truly was—a malicious schemer beneath the surface.