Novel & Cerita My Phony Valentine Henry Danger

Liliane sat down in the spot next to me, pretending to open a magazine while her voice drifted to my ear. "Just left," I lowered my voice. "We don't have much time, so I'll make this quick. "Henry is extremely dangerous. In the real world, he's the prime suspect in three brutal murder cases with exceptional counter-surveillance skills. He hid in this game to enjoy the thrill of the hunt. He's already won six consecutive rounds, and his net worth is conservatively estimated at over five billion." I fell silent for a few seconds. "What do you want me to do?"

"Mr. Heath, Mrs. Heath is right. I should be the one cleaning the room." She then slowly crouched down. But before she could fully squat, she let out a dramatic yelp. "What's wrong?" Nigel asked. She shot him a coquettish glare. "It hurts. You were too rough with me in bed just now." After saying that, she looked at me tauntingly. I felt a sharp pain tug at my heart. "Keep cleaning," I said coldly. Ruthie crouched down to pick up the glass shards with her hand. But the moment she touched a piece, she deliberately cut her finger to make it bleed.

Today was Valentine's Day, and I wanted my husband to take a day off. "Stay home with me," I said. "Valentine's Day is the best time to make money," he replied, turning away. As he stepped out the door, he casually reminded me, "Call me if anything happens." I had planned to wait for him to come back, but at some point, I drifted off to sleep. When I woke, it wasn't to the sound of him returning—it was the pain that pulled me out of my daze. Cold sweat soaked my face as I gasped for air.

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…"

The doctor looked visibly startled when he saw me in the hospital room. Not long ago, I had come to him for a prenatal checkup and asked how to ensure my baby's health. "I'm sorry. Unfortunately, the child couldn't be saved," he said, his voice tinged with pity and sympathy. "Should we inform the father? Strange, it's Valentine's Day, and he's not here with you. Was there something urgent?" Oddly, I felt nothing. Just an eerie calm.

As time went on, more and more people got eliminated until they entered the finals. Third Person POV "I'm here, lord Valentine," Victor said whilst bowing slightly after he reached the strategy hall. There were twenty men present, all of them were Valentine's confidants. Although Victor's rank is above them by a level he still dares not command them. "And where is Henry that sent the message to you?" As he said that, the hall immediately fell silent, all eyes staring at Victor. "He is dead," he said. "You son of a bitch! I will kill you!" One of the confidants, who happens to be Henry's elder blood brother, rushed out. His eyes are red with fur, and if not for someone holding him immediately

“Now you’re speaking my language. But let’s be clear, Victor. If I’m putting my neck on the line for you, I want assurances. No half-measures.” “You’ll have them,” Victor promised, his tone unyielding. “But, Henry, this game is far more dangerous than you’re used to. The people we’re dealing with don’t play by the rules.” Henry laughed, raising his glass in a mock toast. “Danger, rules—who cares? If there’s one thing I love more than women and whisky, it’s a good fight. Count me in.” "So who are we dealing with?" Henry asked, his voice taking on a serious tone.

"Yes, but you had to drive all the way up here to get me." "You wanted to make your boss drive here?" I sigh half because of his crappy attitude and half irritated at myself that I'm so obvious. "It's not any of your business." Henry pulls onto the highway. "He's your boss. You know? Nothing can happen between you. And even if it does, his type is notorious for using up and throwing women away." "What do you know about Vincent Valiant?" "More than you do. Have even googled him?" I roll my eyes, but he doesn't see as he's merging into traffic. "Yes, I have."

Thinking like that, he decided not to turn on the light, but went straight into the house. A blast of cold air passed through Henry's body, making him feel dangerous. This is the house where he and Vivian have lived together for nearly a lifetime, does it contain any danger? Henry involuntarily rubbed his hands together, a feeling that began to overflow again until he hit something in the dark that made it make a sound.

Of course, there wasn't. When Henry stood up again to announce something, I could only then see how drunk he truly was. He slurred a couple words before eventually speaking coherently. "Valentina versus Harvey." I didn't want to look at both their reactions because I knew that they wouldn't be pleasant. "Tyler versus Leah." He pointed to the girl sat on Josh's lap, her disappointment being clearly evident with not being paired with him. "April versus Tom. And Josh versus Savannah." Henry was laughing, seeing more humour in the pairings than most people around us. He paired up a few more people and each duo took it in turns to ask as many questions in a minute with only the truth being admitt