Novel & Cerita Robbie Valentino

Early the next morning, Mason stood there with dark circles under his eyes, shoving his phone in front of me. "Shy, look." Riley had opened a brand-new livestream account. Her face was bruised and swollen, but in front of the camera, she cried like a tragic heroine. "Guys, I got beaten up just because I exposed those two disgusting people! They’re not siblings at all. They’re a pair of perverts! "Rich people really have twisted tastes these days. Playing forbidden sibling games on Valentine’s Day. When I found out, they lashed out in anger. Not only did they beat me, but they even got people to ruin my job. Now everyone’s turned against me!"

Ryan's POV Valerie is still a mystery to me and I can't seem to figure her out. One minute, she is barking out in a loud voice, making me angry and looking angry as well and the other minutes, she looks like someone who has no care in the work with her nonchalant attitude. Sometimes, I wonder if she truly loved her ex because she didn't look like one who was capable of loving and she didn't look like someone heartbroken by the one she loved.

My eyes widened in surprised, what the hell did he mean by that? “What?” Travis and I chorused. “Apparently, it seemed like the Valentina girl is a slut, she was selling her nudes to a person, but this particular person recorded her video instead. It was probably an older man she met at the resort that did it, that was why she suddenly disappeared from the area.” In anger, I didn’t know when my fist collided with Scott’s cheeks and I tightened my hands in fury. “How dare you talk about Valentina, like that?” I growled Scott was unable to catch himself and he fell to the ground. “What the hell do you mean by slut?”

I interrupted cheerfully, "we know Livvy has another Fashion Week show today. What about the rest of you? Any plans?" Three heads lifted. Livvy suddenly looked remarkably guilty. Interesting. She cleared her throat. Then smiled far too sweetly at Valentina. "Bestie..." Valentina immediately narrowed her eyes. "No." Livvy blinked. "I haven't even—" "The answer is still no." Valentina said smiling sweetly and taking a bite of her pancake. "You don't know what I'm asking." Livvy protested. "Don't need to. I know that look." Val pointed at her with her coffee mug. "No good has ever followed that look."

“Careful. A blade can cut the hand that holds it.” His mouth curved, faint but certain. “So long as it cuts the right throat first.” Before she could answer, they were approached. “Mr. Romano.” Senator Montclair’s son, polished in his navy tuxedo, extended a hand. “And this must be…” His pause lingered, just long enough for the insult to sharpen it. “…the latest.” Valentina’s smile didn’t falter. She extended her hand with deliberate grace. “Isabelle Bellamy.”

I'd just have to see if Matteo and Rowan were worth facing them. "Now, tell me about these sexy bosses of yours." I laughed, feeling better and forgetting about the incident with Rafael this morning. I didn't know much about the Valentino men, but I told her all I knew about them anyway. She searched them up and screamed when she saw a picture of them together because apparently, she didn't take a good look at Matteo the other night. "I can't even tell them apart!" "The one on the right is Matteo, the one we saw last night, while the other is Rowan." Rowan was wearing a sexy smile that was meant for the camera while Matteo had a blank and possibly, frustrated look as though he wanted to be a

Matteo approached her, intimidating her. “You should be very careful with your words, Valeria,” the woman shrugged, “I must remind you that you are only a secretary and that you know absolutely nothing about business.” Valeria swallowed, lowering her gaze. Then she remembered that she had a very important matter to discuss with him. “They’re saying that Roberta is dead,” the comment didn’t surprise Matteo. On the contrary, the man acted cold and insignificant, “that it was Antony who killed her.” Matteo loosened his tie and looked away from her.

She gestured toward Rocco. “Here he is. He’s yours to use whenever you need him. Rocco has been by Valentino’s side for more than ten years. He’s the man Valentino trusts most. If there’s any secret, any piece of information you want about Valentino or his wife, feel free to ask Rocco.” She winked at him. “She’s our ally now. Give her whatever she wants.” “Yes, my lady.” Rocco turned to me and bowed again, deeper this time.

I thought. FLASHBACK THE BLIND DATE The first and last time I accepted one of his famous blind dates with a friend of Roberto's was less than two months ago, I still remember "going in Laura's car, reading a book that she had lent me when suddenly the car stopped when I turned around, there was Roberto with Israel Valero, a handsome with spectacular biceps an athletic body, hazelnut brown hair, and those green eyes like two spring leaves that shone with the reflection of the sun straighten me in my seat and I looked at Laura surprised.

“It’s been far too long.” “Mr. Roth,” Valentina said smoothly, gesturing toward her companion. “Allow me to introduce my daughter. Valerie Rodriguez.” Valerie. The name cracked through Damien’s chest like lightning. Valerie extended her hand, calm, professional. “It’s an honor to finally meet you, Mr. Roth. I’ve admired your work for years.” Her voice. It was the same melody, the same softness….but there was no recognition in her gaze. Her eyes did not widen, her lips did not tremble. She looked at him as if he were any other man, any other CEO.