How Did Valentino Die In Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

While they fought Alexander knew that this was the end of his life, but he was happy knowing fully well that he will die by the very hands of one he loves with all his heart. Valentina had an opening and didn't fail, she plunged her fangs towards his vital organs and down he fell. "Val...valen... Valentina, I am sorry." Alexander said as he gasps for breath

My whole body shivered uncontrollably. Ian… How could he? Out there, with another woman? And so recklessly that it landed them in a hospital? The realization was like a blow to the gut. My breath hitched painfully, and I clung to the wall for support. Why did I have to find out like this—while carrying his child? Why did he have to betray me, especially today, of all days? Valentine's Day. Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain gripped my belly. I bent over, barely able to stay on my feet, while the voices around me continued unabated.

"What the hell? She’s like skin and bones." I continued reading. Then stopped. Read the line again. And again. Because surely I had misunderstood. **Mother: Arista Viella Rossi. Deceased. Cause of death: Drug overdose. Age at death: Thirty-two.** I felt something cold settle in my stomach. Thirty-two. Jesus. Thirty-two wasn't much older than Mason or I was now. I kept reading. My throat tightening with every line. *Valentina Rossi, age eleven, discovered the body in their trailer.*

Valentino! He was still trying to catch his breath. Einille’s heart leaped for a while. Her anger subsides a bit upon witnessing Vale. He looked worried. What could be his problem that he came here in a hurry? “Good evening, everyone!” he smiled through his greeting. He made his usual mannerisms of putting his hands on the pocket, then confidently walked in. “Who are you? What are you doing here?” Hero asked dangerously. Vale grinned and stood near Einille, “I’m Valentino,” he casually put her arms to her shoulder.

"Miss! We're late. Please forgive us!" The man in the lead lifted me into his arms, his eyes reddened. He immediately ordered the nurse to press the elevator, heading straight for the ambulance. A few foolish bodyguards tried to block the way, shouting, "This is the Valentino family's private hospital—you dare—" Before they could finish, they were slammed to the ground. "The Valentino family? It won't exist much longer." Within seconds, I was lying inside a custom luxury ambulance. The vehicle was fully equipped, and the medical team was ready.

My colleague, Gary Thompson, kept trying to persuade me to do the dialysis, but I just smiled, took the potent painkiller from his hand, and swallowed it. As a doctor, I knew that once the snake venom spread, not even a miracle could save me. I had at most two days left. I headed to the VIP ward and pushed the door open. A glass of water came flying at me. My mother, Helena Powell, was the one who threw it. "How dare you come back?" she barked.

When he proposed three years ago, she had nodded through her tears. He had promised to protect her for the rest of her life, but what had he actually done? He clenched the ring in his hand tightly as his tears began to fall. "Valentina, where are you?" Just then, his phone rang. "Don Vitale, we found something. That car accident was staged. The person in the vehicle wasn't Ms. Esposito." Enzo shot to his feet. "She's not dead!"

Later, he would pull me into his arms, kiss away my tears, and gently coax me back to sleep. There was a faint scent about him that made me feel safe. Gradually, the nightmares faded. And his kisses stopped being so gentle. The way he "helped" me sleep changed completely. Completely exhausting me, it turned out, worked just as well. When we returned home, news of us went viral again. Fortunately, I had expected it. "Breaking news! The new lady of the Valente family was previously Matteo Cassimo's fiancee. Shortly after his death, she entered into a secret relationship with Don Valente.

On Valentine’s Day, Ethan Scott had a last-minute social engagement and left me home alone. Late at night, I received a message from him, telling me to meet him at a bar. Thinking he had finally remembered me, I rushed out the door, eager to see him. But when I came to the door of the private lounge, the scene before me froze me in place. Taylor Winston straddled Ethan’s lap, her silk camisole slipping from her shoulders, the straps barely clinging to her elbows.

I carried Valentina in my arm into my car and to my house. I have to keep her away from Diego no matter the cause, I have to get my family in other and by that I mean Valentina, Ava and I. * “I just got a confirmation from the guys, Valentina is dead.” I said to Diego. “Such a shame, she was so damn sexy.” He replied with a smirk.