Roman Vale Novels & Stories

Roman Vale stood in the hallway. He was taller than she remembered—broad-shouldered, dressed in a black long-sleeve shirt that clung to the hard lines of his arms and dark jeans that looked like they’d been chosen for function rather than style. His dark hair was short and neat, a light shadow of stubble along his sharp jaw. He carried a single black duffel bag. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—those cold, assessing hazel eyes—swept over her once before locking onto her face. He looked better than he had a few years ago. Harder. More dangerous. For a second Ava forgot she was staring too hard until his deep voice pulled her back.

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

The shop closed at nine. Ivy always took the last slot anyway. Friday. 8:50. One chair left lit. The rest of the salon dark, chairs sleeping under their capes, the smell of shampoo and hot metal still hanging in the air. She knew who it would be. It was always him. Roman Vale. He had been coming every Friday for two months. First it was a trim. Then a beard shape. Then “just clean the neck.” Then he stopped pretending he needed hair on his head touched at all.

I once thought I'd marry him, I loved him, I still do, but I am not in love with him, and he is forever bound to Belle Valentino. I am sitting upright on my bed, staring at his name as it flashes through my screen, repeatedly. Relectantly, I pick it up. "Baby." He says, and I grin, immediately switching it to face time. "Marcello." I laugh. Damain Marcello Mikealson is a very handsome italian man, perfect but weighed by past love and trauma. One of the things we all share is Trauma. "Clementine," He grins childishly. "How is London?"

Ralph shook his head getting down the car and Dylan followed him fully armed. Enrico who is pretending to be an old man seven tombs away from Angela’s mausoleum shivered feeling Ralph’s piercing gaze. He stood up and bowed to the tomb before walking away with slow steady steps like an old man. Once he reached his car, he drove off quickly and only stopped when he is far away from the Rock sand graveyard.

That’s not PR—it’s chess. @AnonymousIntern everyone pretending lucian vale didn’t almost murder someone with his eyes when that headline dropped… i need therapy @LAmovieScene Seraphina + Vale = Empire. Serena + Aiden = Distraction. Choose your fighter. @blindgossipLA Industry whispers say Vale’s sudden interest in Rivera goes way beyond business. Rumor control already failing. Stay tuned. #HollywoodBurning [10:47 PM, #DevacrauxGala trending] @filmfemmecritic:

She didn’t look back. I clenched my jaw. I didn’t care who wrote the article. I didn’t care how it surfaced. What mattered was one thing. Roman Vale needed to be brought to his knees. And I would do anything, absolutely anything, to make that happen. Zara’s POV** Roman returned home looking drained of color, like every ounce of life had been wrung out of him. The moment he stepped through the door, waving weakly at the kids before they rushed off again, I knew something was terribly wrong.

“Come to think of it, how is our daughter? That old husband of yours seems rather fond of Isabella." “You knew you had a daughter with me, yet you still chose to harm Adrian?” “Don’t test my patience.” Rourke’s amusement disappeared. “I put myself at risk because you promised, in writing, that my daughter would inherit Vale group alongside your son. Do you think I went through all that for you to dare threaten me with her? He leaned towards the glass. “Be careful, Eleanor. Your boy might lose more than his legs next time.” Eleanor stared at him, her face hardening.

Victoria replied with a smile. They both of them confidently walked into the hotel premises and sat on a VIP table away from other customers in the hotel. A man in black suit walked to them and bowed. "Mr Richard is going you soon," he said and left. After some minutes, a bald looking average man appeared with two escorts, he walked to the table Victoria and john was sitting down and sat down. "Good day Miss Rosa Trump, I'm Mr Richard Author," he introduced. "Sorry for our manners Sir, Good day Mr Richard," Victoria bowed after she stood up.

Kai I clenched my fist, “What are you talking about, Vale? You no longer want to see Alvara here ever again?“ “I said what I said, Foley. If you want me to repeat myself again I will“ Roman says. “I no longer want to see your wife step foot in this company ever again“