Is Vox And Valentino Dating の小説・ストーリー

I was shaking all over with anger, gripping my phone so tightly it felt like it might crack in my hand. The post was still gaining traction, and the comment section was filled with filth—vile, disgusting words that were hard to even read. "Girls these days really know how to play. Valentine’s Day with no protection, just chasing thrills." "She looks so innocent. Didn’t expect her to be this wild, roleplaying the whole ‘sister-brother’ thing."

"Ms. Monroe, your posture is that of a wilted celery stalk. Shoulders back! You are to be a billionaire’s bride, not a beggar!" Ethan stood a few feet away, watching me with a clinical detachment that made me want to scream. He was in his shirtsleeves, his vest fitted perfectly to his frame. He stepped toward me, the quartet beginning a haunting, minor-key waltz that felt more like a dirge than a celebration. "Allow me," Ethan said to Valeska. He moved into my space, his hand finding the small of my back with a proprietary firmness. He took my right hand in his, his fingers interlacing with mine so tightly I could feel the ridge of the ruby ring pressing into my skin.

she said, her voice measured, “if you’re going to sit there looking like a hostage, at least try to hide it. This is our engagement, not a board meeting.” He looked up at her, forcing a faint smile. “Sorry, Val. My mind’s elsewhere.” “On her, I assume?” Valentina’s tone darkened. “I saw your face the second she walked in.” Leo didn’t answer. Valentina tilted her head, her diamond earrings catching the light. “You know what she told people? That the man she came with is her boyfriend. A long-time one. Maybe that will help you focus.” Leo’s expression didn’t change. “Then he’s a lucky man.”

“Nah. I’m too young to settle down.” I raise a brow. “Achilles. You’re almost a hundred years old.” He corrects me smoothly. “Over a hundred.” I stare at him. “And I’m the one in love?” He shrugs, completely unbothered. Just then, I hear the soft creak of a door opening. We both turn toward the sound. Valentine steps into the kitchen, his golden hair damp, curling slightly at the ends. He’s freshly showered, a loose shirt hanging off his frame, and his sharp golden eyes lock onto me immediately.

Matteo's POV The name hit me like a physical blow. Valentina. My ex-girlfriend. The woman I had dated briefly two years ago, before things had ended badly. Before she had become vindictive and unpredictable. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I couldn't process that she would go this far, would actually hire armed men to attack my engagement party, to target Isabella. "You're lying." My voice came out harsher as I stared hard at the men. "Valentina wouldn't—"

My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces. It was no wonder he had been so angry at us. It was Valentine's Day, and he was busy accompanying his first love, Mia Silvermane. Tina's call had interrupted his sweet moments with her, and that was why he lost his temper. Tina stared at the phone screen that went black and started to cry again. She climbed up next to my body and kept calling out to me. "Mommy, Mommy, don't die, please! Can you please not die? I'll be good…"

“You’ll be fine. After maybe the fifth time, you’ll be over it.” I shook my head at him, though I had a little smile on my face. “So, that’s what’s gonna help? Kill four more people.” He shrugged. “It worked for me.” “You’re fucked in the head.” “Yeah? I bet that shit turns you on. Fiore said we could be soulmates because our minds were alike.” “He did?” Valentino was right. I was getting turned on. “You want to fuck me,” he said out of the blue after watching me quietly for a while.

Then I’d rather stay out of this mess. Valerie scoffed, “I can’t believe you are not saying anything about this.” She angrily moved away from me and dropped her bag on the couch, swiped the TV remote off the table, then turned it on. The celebrity gossip segment came on, E-Gossip, and they were talking about Victoria and me. “BILLIONAIRE BUSINESS MOGUL, DAMIAN VALOUR, CRASHES INTO A COMPANY FEUD WITH HIS SOON-TO-BE WIFE, VICTORIA AYES," the headlines said.

Valentina who was walking and looking around was confused as to why Sophie who had brought her for a photoshoot wasn't coming in with her, the heels she was wearing were doing a number on her so she hopes to find a seat at the balcony so she rests her feet before the photo session begins. As she walks closer to the doorway, red roses were on the floor 'Are people getting married or something? Why all this roses? Hope I haven't lost my way, wouldn't want to disturb them.' Valentina thought as she heads for the balcony She walked and pushed the door open and found a man whose back was turned, the stature she knows too well. Ryan Walker her fated mate. "Ryan?" She spoke in the most angelic voic

A pack member who was sitting in the next booth sat up on his knees and looked over, he was right behind Waylon and grinned, “Waylon is totally right, sometimes we fuck for a whole week straight but when it is the first night of the blood moon, we have orgies.” Waylon raised his head and looked up at the man who spoke. Waylon frowned when he saw who it was and said, “Tino what are you doing here? And you are the only one that has orgies with the others.” Valentino grinned, he looked at Waylon’s friends then said to him, “Girl, you know I like to fuck and I am on a date.” “With who?” Waylon asked and stood up on the table. When he looked over the seat he saw someone he least expected and aske