Serena Valentino Book 12 Release Date Novels & Stories

She sighed, dragging her fingers through her soft brown waves as she murmured, “Velvet, maybe... with a little touch of red. Or something softer?” Suddenly, the door burst open, and her best friend Elena walked in, her honey-blonde curls bouncing with every step. She clutched a tablet in one hand, the other raised in triumph. “Val! We got it!” Elena announced happily showing off her perfect white teeth. Valeria blinked, completely startled. “Got what?” “The Serene Enterprises deal!” Elena squealed, her eyes bright with joy. “They just sent over the signed documents. It’s official. We're in!”

If sunrise ever had a scent, I would say it was Valentina’s. I flipped through the pages of her notes and inhaled the scent of each page, I wanted Valentina’s scent burnt to my brain. I was looking for more notes when a book toppled and fell out of her bag, landing on my chest. The book was titled “Valentine’s Day.” By “Guillotine” I have seen her clinging unto this particular book before, she went everywhere and anywhere with it. It was probably one of the contemporary romance books with a weak-ass female lead, a plot lacking storyline, and thousands of sex scenes, yet she seemed to cherish this one book.

Owned me. “Asshole,” I muttered, pulling the sheet up over my naked body as the bathroom door clicked shut behind him. I lay there staring at the ceiling, my chest still heaving, trying to piece together how my life had become this. A year ago, I was just Serena Vale. An event planner scraping by in New York, fighting to keep my younger brother Lucas alive. Now I was Mrs Caspian Laurent. Wife to the ruthless billionaire CEO of Laurent International. Trapped in a marriage built on lies, scandal, and control.

My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces. It was no wonder he had been so angry at us. It was Valentine's Day, and he was busy accompanying his first love, Mia Silvermane. Tina's call had interrupted his sweet moments with her, and that was why he lost his temper. Tina stared at the phone screen that went black and started to cry again. She climbed up next to my body and kept calling out to me. "Mommy, Mommy, don't die, please! Can you please not die? I'll be good…"

she asked quietly. Zayden’s jaw clenched until the bone clicked. "They are dead. All of them. But Victor went underground before my strike teams breached his safehouse. Until I have his severed head in my hands, until the Romano bloodline is reduced to ash, Serena does not need another ghost haunting her." "Then bring her to the Winter Gala," Seraphina urged, stepping back. "End this isolation."

You're so pathetic Massimo, so fucking pathetic to want love from someone who would have never looked at you twice have you not gotten power and money to boost the family name How stupid to want love from such a person who never showed you any in the beginning. **** Valeria pov Just as I land in LA, guess who the first person to ring my phone is? Sandor! The fuck does he want now? “What?” “What do you mean, what? Where the hell have you been, I have been trying to reach you for days. We need to get married soon and you just disappear?” I scoffed so hard as I rolled my eyes. “Who said I was going to marry you? In your dreams.” I immediately ended the call before he could even say anything els

“If Ivan won’t choose me willingly, I'll make sure Valeria loses him. Callista pulled out her phone and called Valeria. “Let's see how much you can take,” she whispered to herself. *** Valeria sat on the edge of her hotel bed, staring at her phone. She kept imagining Callista inside Ivan's house. What were they talking about? Was Ivan letting her get close? Had he forgiven her? Had they started talking about their past? Valeria squeezed her eyes shut. “No.” She opened her eyes again, trying not to think about it. But another thought entered her mind. What if they kiss? Her heart sank at that thought.

I remained where I was, posture relaxed, hands still loosely clasped. The job was simple on the surface. Keep her breathing. Keep my cover intact. The rest could wait. Thirty minutes later she came back down dressed in a fitted dark dress that hugged every curve I had mapped with my mouth two nights before. She looked polished, beautiful and still furious. Her eyes found mine the second she reached the bottom step and the same hatred flared again. Elena had set a full breakfast on the table. “I am not hungry,” Serena said, barely glancing at the food. “I will eat out.”

Lina reclined on the delivery bed, her eyes filled with triumph. The old Don of the Valentino Family gripped his cane, smiling wider than ever before. His voice rang out louder than usual. "The Valentino family has an heir! I hereby declare that he will become the successor of our family!" He pointed proudly at the newborn. Everyone cheered, celebrating with delight, yet not a single person mentioned me. Watching it all, I dug my nails into my palm. Then suddenly, Renato's assistant rushed in, panting. "Don… Madre… she's still in the storage room, waiting to give birth."

Seraphina just replied: “It’s alright, I actually think it’s… quite amusing. Rico won’t mind.” With her blessing, the conversation swung right back to Rico. “Wait, is Mr. Valentino actually gonna be there? You never hear anything about him these days.Man, who would’ve thought the legend of Queens would fly this far under the radar?” “Miss Rossi, will Mr. Valention be attending?” Another message from Seraphina popped up:“He just texted me back. He’s coming.”