Nadia Valentine Novels & Stories

Adam's POV.. It has officially been a week since Valerie last came out of her room, I was all about respecting her privacy but this was becoming extreme. She hadn't seen the sun in days, she was cooped up there by herself. It wasn't good both physically or mentally. Countless times I had sent staff to call her down but she wasn't replying, I've given her enough time to stew in whatever it is she was going through, I've asked her questions but she would always send those annoying notes saying she was okay. At some point I even thought she was sick. It turns out she wasn't. I've had enough and it all ends today. I'm going to her room, I'm going to ask her to open the door nicely, if she doesn'

It took a lot to rile her up but she was learning how to give as well as she got now instead of letting it cower her like before and I was thankful of her creation of Petra as it was bringing Adira back from the dark place she'd been and allowing her to blossom into herself. I was getting ready to tell her such when my eyes brushed across the couple not too far from us now. I was going to steer her away when Valentine and I made eye contact and I knew avoiding him would only lead to more questions. I could feel Adira stiffen next to me as we watched the woman lean in and kiss Valentine, who at the last minute turned his head so her lips landed on his cheek. Ahh, this must be one of his ..

Dahlia shrieked, all poise and calmness gone with the wind. “I’m so sorry!” I cried, never dropping the hand that covered my mouth. It was getting worse, the excessive urination, the vomiting, the morning headaches, all of it pointed at one thing or rather one condition but how on earth could that even be? If the pills did not work, the fragile condoms which can even burst, stood no chance. “Apologize by letting me in to wash up.” Her face was scrunched in a deep frown as she tried to wipe all of the disgusting grim off with her face to no avail. Her frown depended every time she managed to look at me other than an eye contest.

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.

That lands differently because this stops feeling like lawyers and paperwork. It feels personal. Nadia finally speaks, her voice quieter than mine but somehow cutting deeper. “You went through my family records.” The pain in her voice hits me straight in the chest. Melissa doesn’t even deny it. “We reviewed relevant background information.” Nadia lets out this small breath like something inside her just cracked quietly. “I was a kid,” she whispers, staring down at the table now. “None of that had anything to do with Noah.” My chest burns. Because she sounds embarrassed. Ashamed. And she shouldn’t. Not for surviving.

But through the wood, Cullen’s muffled voice carried perfectly into the hall. "I told you I could make her agree." Nadia kept walking, her jaw clenched. She didn't catch Caiden’s reply, but she had the distinct, irritating feeling that whatever he said, he was smiling when he said it. The lift doors slid open. She stepped inside, hit the ground floor button, and watched the numbers slowly tick down. Her reflection stared back at her from the polished metal walls—her coat was slightly crooked, her cheeks were still flushed pink, and her expression was caught somewhere between pure defeat and total fury.

I watched as he used those flames to reclaim the docks, lighting up the night, smiling as he said, "Once I've secured my position, I'll marry you in grand style." I thought we would last a lifetime. I never imagined our love would crumble under a few careless lies from Lina. Lina had said, "She's a merchant's daughter. What could she want besides money?" Yet, she never knew that last year, when the Valentino Family faced a financial collapse, it was I who transferred 30 million through anonymous accounts to help them survive. And just last month, when a rival family sent assassins, it was I who had my bodyguard take a bullet for him…

My heels clicked against the stones as I marched straight toward Alex, my hands trembling against the fabric of my dress. Alex stopped a few feet away from me. He breathed in deeply when he caught a whiff of my perfume. He looked down, his piercing dark eyes scanning over my best gown, taking in my curled hair and the frantic, hopeful rhythm of my breathing. He didn't look angry. Rather, a slow, amused smirk spread across his lips. “Your fragrance is remarkable.. so nice.” He complimented me, then asked. “Who are you, young lady?” “I’m Nadia, and it’s my graduation ball tomorrow.” I quickly let out before anxiety consumed me.

"Let's get this over with. I have other matters to attend to tonight." "Other matters?!" Valerie shrieked, the rage exploding out of her. She grabbed a crystal wine glass from the table and hurled it against the wall. It shattered into a thousand glittering shards. "Other matters?! Today is our wedding anniversary! This is your gift? Your mistress gets knocked up, and I'm supposed to do what? Go to the temple and thank Buddha for the news?! What the hell am I supposed to do with this, Damian?!" Damian didn't even flinch at the shattering glass. He just looked at her like she was a feral animal that needed to be put down.

Sit down," Nathan said to Valentina ignoring the frightened manager. "There's still some time left." "Okay "Valentina nodded and sat down peacefully. Jacob heard the woman's voice and raised his head. She also looked in his direction, and the two matched gazes at that instant. "You, who are you, little beauty?" asked Jacob with his usual playboy smile. " Little beauty?" Valentina scoffed. "I'm twenty-five; where do you see in me, a little girl?" Valentina intended to ignore him, pretending not to listen. In reality, she is very annoyed with him; the news of the sex scandal she faces daily is exhausting.