Me Vale Verga Novels & Stories

Vincenzo & Valerius’s POV "Brother, doesn't that chain look incredibly familiar?" Valerius muttered in dark Italian, leaning closer to the necklace. The engraved initials JV flickered across the necklace. Both brothers gasped in absolute shock. "What the fuck..." Valerius hissed. "Isn't that the Valli family heirloom?" They connected the dots instantly. They stared at each other, and then back at the sleeping Aurea as the crushing reality washed over them. JV stood for June Valli. Aurea wasn't just a penniless, innocent maid. She was the long-lost mafia princess of the Russian Empire.

“Vale was the son of Odin who avenged the death of his brother. He also was said to grow to full adulthood in a day.” “Fitting considering that he’s full grown a full month early.” I nodded. “It was the least likely to be made fun of as well.” Lila turned down the main road. “I don’t think anyone could make fun of your kids, Auri. They walk in and command attention, even as toddlers.” Music started to play over the radio and I closed my eyes, sining quietly along to it. We fell into a comfortable silence when I felt the a familiar twinge in the back of my mind.

Graves sits. Elara continues. "The patient's real name is Margaret Vale. She is a British citizen, a former director of Vale Enterprises, and a registered shareholder of that company. Her admission to Klinik Weiss in March 2019 was arranged and funded by Richard Vale using a false identity constructed from the fabricated death certificate." She pauses. "The admission was not a medical decision. It was a strategic one. Made to prevent Margaret Vale from exercising her shareholder rights at a critical moment in Vale Enterprises' governance history." The courtroom is very quiet.

She wondered who it was for—a version of herself someplace downstream, or maybe Vale, if he one day grew curious about the mother who raised him with so little sentiment, so much raw belief. In the dead heat of Henbit Summer, a wolf was spotted on the edge of the city’s green ring. Not a child, not a boy, but a literal wolf, gray and rangy and collared in a way that suggested someone’s failed science project or an escape from the east end’s splicing pits. The Market feeds ran with it for days, some swearing that it stalked Vale’s path through the city, some saying it meant rebellion, some branding it a bad omen. Vale said nothing. But on the last night of the month, when she found him home f

He cleared his throat, trying to re-lead the conversation. “You remember, don't you, Valerie? I once came up to you and said you reminded me of someone? You actually remind me of Uncle Miguel and Aunt Vera. There are parts of you that make me feel like you are a lot like them. It made me suspicious, especially when Jose expressed his suspicions to me too.” Valerie looked at the Alvaro husband and wife. The woman named Vera started sobbing again. She looked at Valerie affectionately, but Valerie was still in doubt.

Alisa was probably the wealthiest Vega, second only to their father (and that's only because he's the current head). My sister bought an apartment building in Hong Kong, two properties in M'lonia, another two in Versha (the Capital City of Oren) and one each in Manila and Rio? Conrad was puzzled as he reviewed the details of the purchased properties. They were all middle-class to high-middle-class residential buildings with nothing to set them apart from any average apartment building. And they weren't new or empty, either. And she bought them all in one month?

CHAPTER 70 Rita's pov The big TV screen in the kitchen was flashing with an angry red banner. The numbers at the bottom of the news channel were dropping really fast making my eyes hurt. *VALE GROUP IN FREEFALL. VICTOR VALE DESTROYS OWN MERGER IN BREACH ANNOUNCEMENT.*

I just have to act effectively. When I was beginning to get uncomfortable by the fact that he was watching me, I slowly opened my eyes. I meant to make it look like weak. I moved my head to see the whole face of Dark Vergara. And for some reason, I got mesmerized by how godly handsome he was, making me part my lips in amazement. Dark Vergara was reported to be known as the handsome and daring entrepreneur in society. Each party he goes to, most women flock around him just to know and talk to him. I don’t recall hearing that he had relationships, but it is undeniable to confirm that he was indeed attractive.

Vera snapped, discomfort heavy in her voice, “You may enjoy his rejection, but if you continue, you are going to find out that beta Carl is more of a beast than a man with an empty soul.” What?! I thought in anger as I glared at Vera. “He's more than a slutty witch like you can handle.” Vera stood to her feet and glared down at the witch, who looked offended. The side of my lip pulled up into a smile; it's amusing to see how Vera's discomfort and disgust have taken over her fear of the old hag.

I helpfully added, slightly shocked that the word even made it past my lips. “Ah, well,” Valefar waved away my concern. “You’re not a hooker,” his voice was silky and sincere, right up until he added, “you’re not getting paid for it, after all!” I tried to conceal my sigh, but didn’t do a very good job. “My Hellhounds are all lined up for us. This way, this way,” Valefar snaked an arm around my waist and guided me towards the West Wing gardens.