Novel & Cerita Mai Valentine Vs Marik

, Marcus, his father said "Mum", Valentino called hoping she'd support him but he should have known better. "I agree with your father, Valerie will bring us more opportunities than Mariana. Don't worry you'll learn to love her", Mary said "I can't believe you two...I'm getting married to Mariana and nothing can change that", Valentino shouted, and that pissed Marcus off. "You're getting married to Valerie Kings and that's final", Marcus yelled and walked out and Mary followed suit leaving only Valentino.

Andrea looked down on former Alpha Bryan which made Alpha Bryan flinched. He couldn't believe that Andrea really hated him so much to the point that her glare wanted to exchange his life for what he did. Andrea passed him and didn't utter a word to him. Alpha Bryan's looked at her back. He felt there is a thick wall between their relationship. At some point, former Alpha Bryan believed, as long as they have the mate bond, there is still a chance for them to get back to each other.

Turning back to Zayn, he was staring at me. At my lips precisely. I turned from him and looked away. I could feel his smirk and he turned back to the godfather with ease. He walked to the table and dipped a dragon iron into hot molten liquid. Bringing it out, it shone bright orange. I never had a branding due to Chris not being my real mate. But technically, as Zayn's original mate and Luna, I would have had the dragon mark burnt into my skin. Zayn turned his side and I winced as the dragon was pressed into his skin. He looked at the burning iron with a straight face while we all felt the pain for him.

The angle frames my tits nicely and I'm not too ashamed to say it. "Someone has a secret admirer," Melvin says, taking a large… No, that's not the right word… a huge bouquet in a crystal vase from his cart and placing them on my desk next to my computer. I stare at the flowers for a moment. "Are they for Mr. Valiant?" I ask hesitantly. I swear, if his lady friend from this weekend bought them for him, I'll smash the vase over his damn head. Melvin laughs. "Don't think he's the roses type of guy. They're for you."

Everything I owned, I worked for. "The card, Adeline. If you want a divorce, you will leave the card behind and everything else it paid for..." This asshole.... But of course. "Ask your mother..." I spoke, turning to face the nightmare I was still married to one last time. I knew then what card he was yapping about. "...she snatched it right out of my hand the very day you gave it to me. And everything in this bag..." I pointed to my suitcase, a bitter taste coating my mouth from the memory of how much I worked to own something of my own despite being married to the richest man in the country. "...I paid for it with my hard earned money. Sign the papers and send it in, Grayson. If you don't,

Yet even through the sound of the rain, her voice was steady when she whispered to herself, “If this is war, I will fight. I may have lost him, but I won’t lose myself.” In the stillness that followed, Izabelleh turned away from the window. Somewhere down the hallway, she could hear faint footsteps—Aion’s, perhaps pacing in another room, restless and angry. Maybe he was as lost as she was. But it didn’t matter anymore. Because tonight marked the end of the love they once shared, and the beginning of something far colder—a marriage bound not by affection, but by survival. And as the storm raged on outside, Izabelleh lifted her chin and whispered to the silence, “So be it.”

“That’s right, Claire. Ethan still cares about you. Just earlier, he was talking about surprising you for Valentine’s Day.” She turned to him, but her words were meant for me. “We’re all adults here. A little fun isn’t a big deal, right? Don’t take it to heart…” As she spoke, she picked up a bottle and aimed it at the scattered condoms on the floor. “Have you ever played with water balloons? They’re soft and feel just right against your skin. You should try it.” The still-warm latex pressed against my arm. My stomach lurched violently. The nausea surged up my throat, and I couldn’t hold it back—I vomited.

The life of a royal is said to be boring but with the money involved, I think I will be able to cope with the Lycan king. It's a good thing that we didn't see after the ball. He actually takes it seriously, not to hinder me from doing anything. I lay on the bed and covered myself with the duvet but my thoughts still drifted back to the guy in the silver mask. "X," I muttered before I could even stop myself. "You are sick, Valeria," I said, my voice laced with a chuckle because it wasn't my plan to actually fall in love right now. But maybe it might not be a bad idea to have a little fun since the Lycan king wants an open marriage.

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

Others lead you home. The best Valentine's Day gift wasn't a proposal, roses, or someone's too-late regret. It was saving myself from a love that had already fallen apart.