Robbie Valentino Novels & Stories

“Have a seat, Leilah.” Colby assisted me in the seat in front of this Blake guy while he took the seat beside him. There were folders on the table and Blake is drinking wine. “Leilah, this is my adoptive brother, Blake Valentino. Blake, this is my biological sister, Leilah Rivera.” Colby introduced us. Blake reached out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Rivera.” His voice is sultry and wispy. It sounded like sea waves crashing inside my ears.

He takes a step to the side, twisting his body back towards the vehicle, and extends his hand to me. “Don Valentino, you look dashing tonight. Did you bring a date?” “Don Valentino, is it true that you're seeing Ivy Bishop? The sister of your late sister-in-law?” “Don Valentino, marry me! I LOVE YOU!!!” “OMG!! Don Valentino is here and he looks hot as fuck. Did he bring a date? I bet she's a blonde bimbo with fake tits and fake lips!!” People endlessly call out to him and I had no idea he was so well-known in the media industry, and this discovery has left me feeling completely overwhelmed.

“I brought the boy! Do not interfere!” Vale glared at Robert, he really didn't like Robert meddling in his affairs. “It's child abduction! What did you do it for? Don't you realize? You are a master! Why do you dare to do this?” said Robert with a sharp look. Vale just smiled lopsidedly, he was lazy to answer Robert's words. He clenched his fists then let out another vortex of wind until it knocked Robert and Winky into the wall.

Roman’s POV Six months ago, I sat across from Valentina at a black marble table in my solicitor’s office. She had a cigarette between her fingers, her legs crossed in a practiced, predatory pose. ​“This is not about love,” I said, my voice flat. “One year. A PR arrangement. That’s all it is.” ​I needed public image rehabilitation—a stable, traditional partner. She needed capital and status. It was simple, clean, and financially sound.

Valerio. He’s standing near the main staircase in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, looking every inch the powerful billionaire CEO; 6ft tall, hair perfectly styled and suit, and jaw sharp that it can cut. A hot Italian man. His eyes find me instantly across the room, and for a moment, everything else fades. The way he looks at me, dark, intense, unsettled, sends heat rushing through my body. He excuses himself from the group he’s with and walks straight toward me.

Ruslan spoke again in a voice that was almost like a whisper, "Nothing, Sir. Everything has really turned against you." Valentino stopped his eating activities, he then smiled bitterly and fell silent. Ruslan looked worriedly, "Are you all right sir?" Valentino looked up, "What's with that question of yours? I'm fine." Of course Ruslan doesn't believe that. Valentino was trying to be as strong as possible but still the man's face was very clear that he was not feeling well. Ruslan said, "Sir, you ...." Valentino interrupted quickly, "Yes, you're right. I'm not good, not even very good."

Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can't include him in this ... " " And who else is more competent? " Mattia yell suddenly, jolting the two other men. He sighed roughly as he pulled off his glasses before he continues smoothly as if he never yelled out. " Konstantin Dmitri is a Russian Mafia Boss, what is wrong in it if I call in the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss into this? Do you both have any other options? " Minutes passes slowly without Mattia getting any response. He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table.

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…

VALERIE’S POV “Please…” “I’m begging you, don’t push me down again. I will leave! I won’t come back here again,” “I promise you; I won’t come back here…just don’t hurt me anymore, please” “No,” “No! Don’t push me down again,” “Please don’t!” “Don’t!!” “Val! Calm down,” “It’s me. It’s Rob… you’re okay now” “Val?” “Valerie!!”

I froze when I noticed the person next to strawberry blonde bob. “Look who we have here.” Valentina purred with a smile that didn’t reach her glaring eyes. She looked immaculate as ever, her white blazer dress, having not a hint of stain. Her dark brown locks were the same severely straight strands and her makeup was the perfect blend of natural and enhanced. The only stain on her appearance was that vile smile of hers. Her friend, I never got her name, was also smiling wickedly. Compared to the mafia princess, the strawberry blonde looked rather subpar in her dull yellow jumpsuit.