Novel & Cerita Dan And Phil Valentine's Video

"Let her go wherever she pleases. What a boring woman. Valerie, double-check the positions of the candles. Make sure that all of them are lit when Mr. Paulson gets here." Although the video was only three minutes long, both Shane and Valerie felt as if they had been slapped hard across their faces. Even the core members of the company, who had been eagerly making false statements to back Shane and Valerie up, were feeling the impact of the video. A deathly silence descended upon the interrogation room after the video ended. However, Shane wasn't ready to give up yet. He was sweating profusely as he stubbornly tried to explain himself. "T-The video proves nothing! I was just speaking out of a

I said and Chloe smiled "You really like this guy , don't you?" "I don't know" I shook my head "You missed him when he stopped bothering you , waking up every 2 a.m everyday because you remembered every moment that you spend with him in this time and the fact that you only see him Val.. you like this guy" "I guess" "Love isn't about one person fighting alone Valentine , it's about 2 people. If there's only one person who fights.. there will be time for them to give up"

Valerie sighed … Justin was really serious about the break but each day she keeps hoping that he talks to her, that he wants them back together. Yet, seeing Angel's name as the sender, her interest piqued… something is up. Valerie clicked on the message… From Angel; As seen today. Video attached. Valerie clicked on the video and waited for it to d******d, she clicked play and the video that played before her had her hands trembling, her broken heart shattered into little pieces. Tears gathered and then rolled down her cheeks as she watched Justin kneeling before Aliyah, it even got to a time Aliyah started to hit Justin but still he bowed before her.

Valerie rolled her eyes, "Are you done? Are you done with your excuses? Tell me, when did you come up with this? Last night? Last week? Two weeks ago? Oh, come on, Andre. You can come up with all the excuses in the world, but I know very well what I saw. I saw a video of you and all your naked bitches, and I saw the date clearly shown on the video. Nothing you say can excuse you for that. Or was that also because you were afraid of Black Bull?" Andre recalled the video and cursed under his breath. He had completely forgotten about it and was more focused on explaining why he treated Valerie the way he did. He said, "Erm, actually..." Valerie who was now in front of him pushed him out of the

"What do you want, Noelle? I've already put my dignity aside, and you still won't forgive me?" I laughed. "Is that all it takes for you to give up? I heard the call, you know. On Valentine's Day. I went to the club that night, too. Guess what I saw?" He panicked and quickly backtracked, "I…" "You said you were working overtime, and I trusted you. Yet, what did I get out of it? You can drop the act now. You disgust me."

no, she didn’t even want to think about it. Valerie continued, "I wish I could have returned his feelings back then. He would have known what it feels like to be loved... but I couldn’t because I was with another guy." Rhea blinked in disbelief. "You’ve been in a relationship before?" Valerie stared at her for a moment before turning to leave without a word. Rhea watched her retreating back, wondering if she had pushed too hard. At least Valerie had opened up a little. - "Vincent Addams. Someone is here to visit you," the dance coach announced.

Mrs. Willow's expression shifted to one of concern as she replied, "Pascal, you're still fixated on those who wanted you dead?" Valentine Anderson's brow furrowed deeply in frustration – this was not the acknowledgment he had hoped for. With a chill in his voice, he corrected her, "Don't call me that. My name is Valentine Anderson." Unperturbed by his frosty demeanor, Mrs. Willow casually slid a series of photographs across the table. Upon seeing the contents, Valentine's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. He rubbed his eyes as if to clear them from a trick of the light, but the images remained unchanged.

When I came out of my room, Everett was in the kitchen making tea. "Want some?" he asked. "Sure." We sat at the counter drinking tea in silence. It should have been awkward but it wasn't. It was comfortable. "Thank you," I said finally. "For what?" "For tonight. For defending me against your dad. For dancing with me even though we're both terrible at it." He smiled. "We are pretty bad." "The worst." "Maybe we should practice." "There's no music." Everett pulled out his phone and put on some slow song I didn't recognize. I was shocked when he held out his hand.

Later that afternoon, while we were tying up loose ends, Valentino’s message came through. A video. The thumbnail showed Valerie’s face, head thrown back in pleasure. I hit play before I could think. Vincenzo leaned in close on the couch beside me. The camera was shaky, handheld—Valentino filming while he fucked her raw right there on the picnic blanket. Sunlight dappled her skin. She was on all fours, dress bunched at her waist, no panties. Just bare out there in the open. Of course we knew he had paid for the entire place for some privacy.

My friend better get some good dirt on Valerie. Thirty minutes later, my phone lights up indicating a new text message. I checked it to see it had a video attachment too. The caption read… 'I think she was already a bit tipsy so it wasn't hard to get her to do it! check out the video, I believe that would be enough for you. right?' I clicked on the video to see Valerie grinding on a strange man, she looked like she was having fun too. Stephano's going to be pissed. Stephano was quite popular and reporters would be glad to get news on him.