Novel & Cerita Gotham Jerome Valeska

“I know everything, Jessica. I know how your relationship with that famous man began. Wasn’t he one of your fans? It all started because of your books, didn’t it? Tell me, if you weren’t who you are now, do you really think he’d still love you?” “Yes, he was my fan,” Jessica admitted, her voice steady yet trembling at the edges, “but he got to know me first before anything else. His intentions were never bad. Jerome is a good man, Mom. He’s genuine. He’s not the kind who hurts or deceives women.” “Go on, leave. You’re only wasting your time here,” Marta said coldly. “Go back to your noisy life in New York. I’m not coming with you.”

“Don’t lie to me, Vale. I saw the missed call from your assistant light up your phone when you walked in. You’re supposed to be schmoozing investors right now, not eye-fucking the bartender who told you last night was the absolute last time.” Damien Vale didn’t flinch. He sat there in the same charcoal suit from the night before—jacket discarded somewhere in his car, shirtsleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing corded forearms and the faint red lines Kai’s nails had left on his skin the previous evening. Jet-black hair still held its perfect style, but his steel-gray eyes burned hotter than the city lights glittering beyond the glass walls. Rain lashed the rooftop terrace outside, turning th

, The inspector asked again and Valerie scoffed. "Are you sick in the head? Why would you want me to take you to my friend!" Valerie asked hotly. "So I can believe you,miss. It's obvious you are lying. We need a prove to be sure you are telling the truth." The inspector said. "I've told you all I know! Let me go!!" Valerie squealed. "Not so fast, Valerie." Jericho said coming into the dark torture room. Valerie turned to look at him and scoffed. "Jericho. My old lover. Miss me?"

JAYDEN Before I slipped out to inspect the matter, I made sure I left Jerome in Vanessa's capable hands. Despite not having my wolf with me, I still held the responsibility of being the Alpha of my pack and ensuring their safety. Jerome's situation left me with no peace of mind. The silver poison had accumulated excessively in his body, but he must recover. We had endured immense hardship together, and it would be a tragedy to end like this. My legs trembled at the thought of losing Jerome. He truly deserves the utmost care. Even when I neglected the pack due to my issues, he always stepped up as a leader without complaint, despite facing his challenges. Jerome, with his unwavering determina

Just a file drop with a single encrypted note attached. Crest Vantage has a ghost. Inside man, that moves money so clean it looks like magic. Goes by R. Vale in the books. Real name’s probably Elias Vale. Watch your back...he’s deep in Black family shit. Elias Vale. I stared at the name until it burned into my brain. Not some outsider, someone inside the Black organization. Quiet money guy. The kind who probably knew where all the bodies were buried because he handled the payments for the shovels.

Alma whispered, “I think he’s behind everything.” Flashback, Ten Years Ago, Unknown Compound A man sat in a black room, his wrists bound in gold-thread cuffs. His hair was silver now. His jawline sharp as ever. Damien Vale. A woman stood before him in a white lab coat. “Project LEXA is a success,” she said. “But the girl Alma she’s not cooperating.” Damien laughed. “She’s her father’s daughter.” The woman frowned. “You want her to break the code?”

Gustavo replied, his voice cool despite the flicker of unease coursing through him. Jerome pulled out his phone and swiped through the screen until he found what he sought. He leaned back, eyes glinting with a mixture of ambition and desperation. “Information, of course. You’ve surrounded yourself with people who know things. Valuable things. And I intend to collect on that.” Gustavo’s heart sank. He wasn’t willing to drag anyone else into their mess, not again. “I’m not a puppet in your game, Jerome. You know how dangerous it can get for me,” he said firmly, determined to end this conversation.

Mel's voice is tinged with warning, and I still don't get why. "Let me spill it out for you, shall I? Jerome Cavalsgh works as a special operator in a very popular yet undercover Crime organization. Popular for their very successful and discreet operations. Their organization's operation is solely about getting crime off the streets, and we have just landed one of the most wanted mob gangsters in their hands," Mel rounds the table till she's standing in front of me, making sure my eyes are fixed on hers. "This could all come back to us."

The door flung open, and a tall and striking man dressed in a black coat stepped out followed by several other men in black. “Jerome!” The man pointing the gun at Kelsey called out with reverence the moment he recognized the man. Kelsey could feel her heart stop. It was Jerome! He was the infamous second-in-command of Shadow Gale. In her past life, she had only been acquainted with him by name but had never seen him in person. She was surprised to meet him in this life in person. “What are you doing?” Jerome took in the situation for a second, and then he asked without any particular inflection in his voice.

"You're too naive. It was me from the very start." "But why?" My world was spinning. "Mr. Vale, why you?" "Why?" His face twisted with rage. "You have the nerve to ask me why?" Captain Colson gestured for me to back up, but Mr. Vale kept talking. "Louis Jones, Fred Roth, and John Moore—they all died because of you. And their deaths were just an appetizer. The one I really wanted dead… was you." Jacob stared at him in disbelief. "Mr. Vale, are you out of your mind? Jeremiah has never done anything to you!"