Nadia Valentine Novels & Stories

“I mean, you look a little jealous.” She bares her teeth at me, just a flash – such a wolfish gesture, even for a human. “You think I’d be jealous,” she hisses, “of some slutty little witch who comes running in here like she owns the place –“ I laugh lightly, delighted. “I mean I’d have more decency than that,” Nadia snaps, throwing out a hand to the center of the camp where Rose and the rest of her group have disappeared. “What a prideless –“

Every possible decision felt heavy. “How did you end up getting lost in my womb…” she whispered, trying to comfort herself. “Do you know… the woman who’s going to give birth to you is just a toilet cleaner?” She smiled bitterly. “Or did you come to change my life?” Nadine reached for her phone. There was still a little internet data left. “Do you want to see your father’s face?” she whispered. “Just his face… nothing else.” Her fingers typed the name of a man she had long avoided. News about the celebrity’s wedding was still a hot topic in the entertainment world.

I walked over, furious, ready to stop him. But instead, he turned the camera on me. "Yes, just like that," he said. "The viewers love spicy drama like this. Husband gets caught cheating with the neighbor by his wife." My face turned purple with rage. Was this even my husband anymore? He was just an ordinary programmer—his daily life back home had been nothing but tedious routine. But since coming to Valen, he'd spiraled deeper and deeper into depravity. "Stop that! Don't film me!" I yelled and slapped the camera out of his hand.

"She also told me that Nadal without escudella (the traditional Catalan stew — the centerpiece of the Christmas Day lunch) is not really Nadal and that she was making it for lunch and we were expected at one." "She told you this when?" "Text message. This morning. Six forty-five." "She texted you at six forty-five on Christmas morning." "She also sent a photo of the pot already on the stove." Valentina puts her face in her hand. He is laughing — the real kind, quiet, shaking his shoulders — and she starts laughing too, the specific helpless laughter of someone confronting a situation that is both completely surprising and absolutely inevitable. "She has your number," Valentina says, when she

"Why won't you just die? You love her so much, why don't you go join her!" Domenico stared at her in disbelief, his voice shaking. "Why would you do this to me and Nadia? Who gave you the nerve? Haven't I been good enough to you all these years?" Valentina's eyes were savage, every word dripping with venom. "Good? If I hadn't made up that lie about you sleeping with me when you were drunk, would you have ever looked at me twice?" The jealousy inside her boiled over, and her voice climbed higher. "I hated Nadia! How could she just waltz in and take the only place in your heart like it was nothing? And I hate you even more.

That landed, I watched her process it. "What would we tell people?" she asked. "If they ask about us directly." "The truth. That we're figuring it out." I kept my voice even. "We don't owe anyone a cleaner narrative than that." She looked at me for a long moment. "Okay," she said. "We'll go." The night of the fundraiser, Nadia came downstairs in a dress I'd never seen. Dark green, simple. She'd done something to her hair that I didn't have the vocabulary to describe, except that it worked.

Alex said before he leaves, I sit down at the dinning table, picks up my phone and type search Arianna Johnsons later that night after learning about Arianna, I go to the bathroom to freshen up, " ooh fuck it's finished already " immediately I rush downstairs to get hair gel from Alex's room then I heard noise. like clicking outside the house " it's fucking freezing outside "I whisper to myself while silently walking towards the clicking sound and in a window I'm finally close to the person and behold it's Valerie another ping it reads Arianna check your I*******m account I think we're being spied on, my lips spread across my face " you fucking beat me to it, I fucking new it I thought to my

First-Person POV In Rudosco, I stood by the apartment window, looking out at the distant snow-covered mountains. Three days ago, the plane arranged by Professor Bianchi had landed at Eldrich Airport. We hadn't gone through the normal channels, and no immigration record had been left behind. "From this moment on, Valentina Esposito is dead," Professor Bianchi told me in the car. "You are Lena Rossi, my distant niece, here in Rudosco to conduct pharmaceutical research."

They were ready to let her know exactly how inconvenient her little temper tantrum had been for them. However.. The driver’s side door opened and Nadia stepped out onto the pavement. She was wearing a tailored cream jumpsuit, her hair nearly brushed back into a sleek ponytail, and a pair of dark designer sunglasses resting on the bridge of her nose. She looked radiant, completely unbothered by the heat. Isabella crossed her arms, waiting for Nadia to make eye contact, to look guilty, or to take a step toward them. "You're late, Nadia. We've been standing here for—"

"Why are you even assuring her. She's his bitch today or Tomorrow she has to do her duties as his submissive. She should already accept this like we all did." Rose exclaimed in an annoyed tone. While Maria also nodded with sadness in her eyes. They both were sad and tarnished inside as well but they had accepted their fate that was entangled with those Ruthless CEOs. "Yes, Val. And you know you're the luckiest among us. You're dominant. Your master is none other than the most famous and richest bachelor." Valerie didn't say anything but for her being with a man without marriage is far than being lucky. She knew the day Mr. Valentino saved her and possessed her body under his son's name she b