Robbie Valentino Novels & Stories

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 knew he heard because he cocked one perfect eyebrow at me and took a few steps towards me. “What about it?” He drawled, taking predatory steps into the room, instinctively, I stepped back as he stepped forward. “Nothing!” I quickly rushed out, clutching the towel tightly around my body. “…and Robert..” “Valentino.” He corrected me. This time he sounded a little impatient. A little pissed off. I flinched slightly at his tone of voice. “I am Valentino, I lied I was Robert yesterday in order to get you to follow me here.” He said a little too harshly.

After making a complete circle, she stood once more, facing her irate friend, who simply glared at her. “And did you like giving yourself to my boyfriend?” Holly asked. “Oh, and his friend, too, right? You fuck around with Nick. Didn’t you tell me you couldn’t stand Nick? He was a pompous, arrogant asshole, I think you said. And yet, you fucked him?” “Yes, ma’am, I did,” Valerie said. “I fucked him but not Damien.” Holly cocked a brow at her. “You didn’t fuck my boyfriend?” “No, ma’am,” Valerie assured her.

As they hauled him past Valentina, she scrambled up from the mattress, her red robe slipping off her shoulder. "Mateo!" She wailed as she reached out for him like a heroine in a tragic opera. "Tell them to take me too! I am your accomplice in love! I will wait for you!" Mateo didn't even look at her. He just kept cursing at the cops as they dragged him into the hallway. Valentina collapsed onto her knees, sobbing into her hands. "Tragic." Romeo tutted, walking past her. He patted her on the head. "Next time, aim for a man with a 401k and a conscience, darling. And seriously, burn that robe. It's washing you out."

On a Sunday in November — the first Sunday in the new rhythm, the one where the calls with Rosa are in person because Rosa comes for lunch and stays for the film they always choose badly and enjoy anyway — Valentina sits at her kitchen table after her mother has gone home and thinks about the shape of the second life so far. Thirty-one years old. Military commission, complete with a coordinator role that changed how the programme works. A brief that Robert Cole is using as a framework for the European portfolio. A client list that is building, one right-fit engagement at a time. A mother who makes ceramic bowls and texts a man in Washington D.C. about them, and who went to Begur and talked a

She never used her background to pressure anyone. But the lawyer continued. "Three years ago, Miss Valenti cut off her public identity to marry you and reject a family alliance. She lived under her mother's surname, but that didn't mean she had no family behind her. Where did you think Bellandi Group's impossible financing, licenses, and partnerships came from? Your charm?" Every word landed like a slap. Matteo went paler and paler. One executive finally slammed a hand on the table. "You didn't even know who your own wife was, and you pushed her out? Matteo, you killed us."

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"