Donna Ritchie Valens Novels & Stories

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” “This is Elena’s doing. She’s manipulating all of you.” Her voice began shaking uncontrollably. “Please… don’t let her fool you—” I looked at her and let out a quiet laugh. “Vivian.” She turned toward me immediately. I spoke slowly. “You still don’t understand why Mrs. Valenti limped, do you?” I paused for a moment. Then I looked directly at her. “Years ago, she was in a car accident while protecting the Don.”

Valerie's voice rose, "I can tolerate many things, but what I will not tolerate is someone interrogating me about my personal life while I'm recovering from being nearly blown up!" "Your personal life? Rick is now involved in your personal life? That explains it then." He said in a resigned tone. "Get out," Valerie ordered again. "Valerie..." "I said get out. Now. Before I call security and have you removed." "You're making a mistake," Dante said, backing away, "Like I said, Rick is my friend, and all I can tell you is that you're making the biggest mistake of your life." He stared at her for a moment longer, then shook his head and left the room.

Carter knew he had been turned down and had no choice but to leave. "Mrs. Donovan, is this… appropriate?" Stanley asked. Valerie put away her smile. "She schemed her way here. Shouldn't we at least let her enjoy the spotlight a little?" Their precious Rhea must never be bullied! It might have been forgivable elsewhere, but how dare this woman pull such a lowly trick in Draventh! "Go get ready. I will toast the ladies on behalf of Luciana." With that, Valerie left and appeared in the women's section.

So, what will she do? She’s tired. Valerie is tired of everything. She still has a pounding headache, as a result of the fall she took to the ground while trying to escape Sia. “If truly you considered me human and have any ounce of empathy in you, you will have no other option than to let me and Chad go. Exclude us from your plan with Vanessa!” She yelled at him. “Stop it.” Donovan glared at her. “Why? Are you going to kill me because i raised my voice at the almighty Don?” Valerie challenged him.

Panicking wouldn’t help me now. "You know," Valentina said, her voice smooth as silk, "I once loved a man."she started. My body stiffened. "I loved him so much, but then I realized men are shit, one moment they love ou and the next the cheat on ou with another woman" She chuckled, a dark, humorless sound. "People are shit." My jaw clenched. I didn’t respond. "I grew to become the only Donna in my county—a female one. And to hold power, I had to be ruthless. There was no room for softness, no space for love."

Her pictures when she was on the beach, drinking a whole bottle of champagne flashed on the screen. “—Valentine Valencia–Fajardo, the CEO William Fajardo’s wife, met her long-lost brother last night. A huge background story hid between the two siblings, whatever it was, it had caused a scene during her wedding reception. Our team contacted her brother, Vaughn Valencia, who insisted only to speak through the call.”

“Or he has already started preparing.” Both Val and I shuddered at the thought. War meant nothing to men like them, but it affected people like us more. Val, who had been in the police department for two years, would have to clean up, answer the press, and be called a bystander for not helping the helpless, even with no actual fault. “Anyway,” her face lit up, “how does Vitale look? I couldn’t even get a picture of Adonis. Honestly, I was a little tired after Elias.”

"Now." Richie's eyes widened in disbelief, a sneer twisting his lips as he took a step closer to her. "You signed the papers," he spat, his tone dripping with contempt. "You're mine, Valeria. And you'll do as I say." But Valeria refused to back down, her gaze meeting Richie's with unyielding determination. "I may have signed those papers," she admitted, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands. "But I won't be bound by your cruelty any longer. I want out, Richie. And I won't rest until I'm free from your grasp."

"And nobody, nobody at all will do anything about it.” “Oh, really Mr. Rodgruiez?” her voice taunting, “I think you must have hit your head somewhere tonight. You seem to have forgotten exactly who I am.” She teased and my smirk faltered a bit. “I am Valerie, yes, but not the one you used to know. I am Valerie Ann Maria Hernandez, granddaughter of Henry Hernandez and I run this city. Let that stick to your brains!” she spat confidently.

"I don't even like Mikhail, I don't want this marriage, and I don't like anything about this mafia life. But I'm doing this to save our family from the enemy, La Mano Roja. Remember that." Valerie's anger seemed to dissipate slightly, replaced by a calculating glint in her eye. She turned away from Donatella and walked towards a breathtaking silver ball gown, its delicate fabric shimmering in the light. Donatella's eyes followed Valerie's gaze to the gown, and for a moment, she stared at it in surprise, her expression softening slightly. She walked towards it, her eyes fixed on the dress. Just then, the door opened, and Mikhail's deep voice boomed over a phone call, "I'm here now," he said,