Lani Lynn Vale Novels & Stories

but even that physical pain was nothing compared to the humiliation. She - Liana Vale , second daughter of the Vale family, hailed as Meridian City’s top beauty, a medical genius, spoiled since childlhood-since when had she ever suffered like this? It was all because of that idiot Aria! No-maybe she wasn't an idiot at all. Maybe she'd been playing dumb from the very beginning. At that thought, Liana’s eyes burned blood- red with rage. "Aria Vale!!! I swear I'l kill you!" If - no, when - she got out of this and made it back to Meridian City, she'd make Aria pay for every second of this. She'd turn her life into a living hell.

she says calmly. Her gaze shifts toward me. Sharp. Observant. “And you must be Ms. Vale.” I stand politely. “Yes. Lana Vale.” She offers her hand. “Selene Park.” Her grip is gentle. But something in her eyes feels… assessing. Like she’s already forming an opinion about me. “I’ve heard a lot about you today,” she says. “Oh?” “Yes,” Selene replies. “My fiancé seems very interested in your work.” My stomach tightens slightly. Fiancé.

Ares, her ever-supportive friend, said, "It's a new chapter, Val. One where Lyon's lies won't cast a shadow." Everything went so well and the gang was happy, Interpol has finally arrested Lyon and Liam, and Liam’s victims are coming out in twos to testify against him. Amidst the chaos and excitement, Valerie winced in pain, Ares, attuned to her distress, asked, "Valerie, are you okay? Is there something I can do?" Valerie, gripping the edge of the bed, replied, "Ares, it feels different this time. The pain is more intense."

Lisa taunted, raising an eyebrow mockingly. "You bitch!” Valerie said vexedly, wishing she could stand up and slap Lisa across her beautifully made face, and leave a permanent mark, but sadly she can't, “Your fucking husband did this to me. His deranged assailant left me for dead, with damn knives stuck in each of my legs, I went through excruciating pain for days! And now I can never walk again!" Valerie seethed with hatred and anger as she spoke every word. "Now, I will have my revenge by taking away his most prized possession… His precious Jade," she added, her eyes burning with vengeful determination, and turned to her men and said, “How do you think Trey will feel when he sees a superhe

He was waiting for me to say something. I leaned back in my chair, exhaling through my nose. “Who is she?” Lucian slid a photo across the desk. “Her name is Sienna Vale.” I studied the image carefully. She was in her late twenties, strikingly beautiful, with dark auburn hair and cold hazel eyes. But there was nothing delicate about her. The sharp curve of her jaw, the way she held herself in the picture she had the posture of someone who had seen too much, survived too much.

With all this happening, she was determined to make the company rise again so she could rub her success in the face of her enemies who said she would fail. Rosy was working on some project files she believed would help make some difference in the company's performing metrics when her phone buzzed with a message. She shifted her gaze to her phone and saw Lyla's name in the bubble notification. She picked up her phone, unlocked the screen and tapped on the image which she had downloaded into her gallery. Her eyes widened at what she saw. The original documents of Mingle International. The document she was tasked to look for. From the content Lyla sent to her, she realized Mingle International

“We open our doors, our lives, our very hearts to those in need. But generosity… can be exploited.” The crowd stirred. I felt it through the screen — the shifting weight of reporters, the subtle hunger for scandal. Evelyn gave it to them, slowly and deliberately. “It has come to my attention,” she continued, “that the young woman you know as Liana Vale has deceived us all. Her real name is Lani Grey.” The words hit me like a physical blow. I pressed a hand to my mouth, as if I could shove them back down my throat.

We stopped at a massive, ultra-modern estate perched on a cliff overlooking the city lights. The door opened. A tall, strikingly handsome man in his early 30s stood there, Ryan Vale, one of Hollywood’s biggest A-list actors, known for his blockbuster action films and his reputation as a notorious playboy. He wore a casual black shirt, unbuttoned at the top, revealing his toned muscles, and dark jeans that hugged his powerful thighs. His famous blue eyes scanned me from head to toe with open hunger. “So you’re the one they’ve been whispering about,” he said, his voice smooth and commanding. “The Club’s favorite toy. Come inside, Lila. We’ve been waiting for you.”

The hospital room was cold and silent, a single-occupancy ward stripped down to the bare minimum. When the door was kicked open, I was forcing myself to endure the tearing pain in my abdomen while rocking my newborn daughter, Luna Vaughn, to sleep. "How is your recovery, Miss Lang?" Her tone was deliberately restrained, yet nothing could conceal the innate elegance she carried. The moment I saw her face clearly, I froze. So this was Serena Vale, the national darling who had recently been appearing everywhere at Lucas Vaughn's side.

Dangerous eyes. And somehow— right as Orion continued speaking— Cassian looked directly at Selena again. Her stomach flipped unexpectedly. Why does he keep looking at me? “Selena Vale!” She nearly jumped. Ivy shoved her lightly. “That’s your cue.” Selena forced herself forward while polite applause filled the studio. “Selena Vale,” Orion announced smoothly. “Law intern. Twenty-four. Chicago.” Every camera turned toward her. “Tell us, Selena,” Orion continued, “why did you join The Soulmate Experiment?”