Serena Valentino Books In Order Novels & Stories

He smelled like smoke and something sharp that made me dizzy. “Valerio,” I breathed, and the name felt wrong and right at the same time. His hand lifted and cupped my cheek. So light. So final. I thought for one crazy, bright second that he would kiss me. That the rough, deadly man would cross the line and take what he wanted for real this time. His thumb stroked my lips. Valerio Moretti was about to kiss me! My heart thundered against my chest. Every other thing flying out of my head. Seraphina, Lucien, Elara and fucking Damian.

Alex queried and forwarded the glass. "No," Ana plainly refused. "It's your favorite. You shall drink," Alex stated. "I am not in a mood," Anastasia replied and sat on the other side of the bed. She looked at the heart shaped figure on the white bedsheets. "You should have cleaned it," Ana moved ahead and started to throw the roses down from the bed. Alex put the glass on the table and then grasped the hand of Anastasia, who glared at him. "Let my hand go," she told Alex while twisting her wrist, who refused.

But she had never forgotten her. Sera walked towards them with the elegance of a creature who had been on this planet for thousands of years. Confident. Without slowing, her eyes on Caitlin all the while, she walked up beside Caleb. She reached up a single, pale, beautiful hand, and slowly draped it around Caleb shoulder. She looked down at Caitlin with utter contempt. “Caleb?” she said softly, a sinister smile across her face. “Didn’t you tell her about us?” And with those few words, Caitlin felt as if a knife had been plunged into her heart.

I replied and walked away to look after a few other things that needed to be done before the coronation and before a King of Agatha enter this Palace. “I cannot show my gratitude enough for helping me in making them accept to the Non-Slave order and for this competition.” I mumbled to King Vali who stepped inside the workroom regarding the new order. “I am glad that someone is there to think about the things to which no one gives any importance, but this will change many people’s lives. So, I can see that you are not happy with all these then why didn’t you accepted to marry me like the Council suggested?” He questioned and I actually hoped he would never ask it.

Valerie's POV The silence after the first bride's message feels different from every silence Valerie has experienced beneath the Vane Mansion. Before, silence always meant something was hidden. A secret. A warning. A betrayal waiting to be uncovered. But this silence carries something else. A choice. Standing inside the ancient sanctuary with the Origin Book in her hands, Valerie finally understands the true purpose of everything she has endured. Every hidden room, every altered memory, every portrait of the previous brides, and every painful truth led to this single moment.

“You can choose anything you like, ma’am. Dinner at 8 p.m. Sir Zavier has arranged this date.” “I’m not going anywhere. Tell him that,” I reply. “And call me Serafina.” I turn to the clothes, picking out a few things before heading to change. Later, freshly dressed in jeans, a black off-shoulder blouse, and sneakers, I step out of the room. Madison stands outside, already waiting. Of course she does. I say nothing. She follows. The mansion is massive. Every hallway is monitored, every door digitally locked with alarms, guards at every corner. No blind spots. No easy way out.

Both of these feelings could be felt at the same time, right? Finally, I got up and went to the bedroom. Tomorrow I will face the Sovereign. Tomorrow I will face Damien. Tonight, I just need to be Serena. Not the one who wants to rebuild her family's hotel. Not the one that has a relationship with Damien Price. Just me.

"And she's going to pay for it." "How?" Victoria asked. "We have nothing. No money. No power. No connections." "We have hatred," I said. "And motivation. And time." I looked at my mother and sister. "Serena took everything from us," I said. "So we're going to take everything from her." "How?" my mother asked. I thought about it. About Serena's perfect new life with Ethan Ashford. About her success. Her happiness. Her victory. "I don't know yet," I admitted. "But I'll figure it out. And when I do, she'll regret the day she decided to wage war on the Wellington family."

Serena And then the edges of everything softened. The light went wrong and the machines hummed like distant thunder. I clung to his hand until my fingers loosened and the last thought that fluttered through was a single stupid, aching gratitude, that I had not been completely alone. The rest was a slow, beautiful nothing—a darkness that smelled faintly of leather and rain and the remembered weight of a small, sleeping body. When I slipped away, it was into the steady press of another person’s promise

The realization hit me harder than it had yesterday. Serena Vale was gone. Maybe dead. Meanwhile, I was trapped inside Lilith Laurent's body, about to marry a man she hated enough to die trying to escape. My throat tightened painfully. No. Don't think about it. Not now. If I thought about everything now, about Damian, about Vanessa… I would completely fall apart in front of hundreds of people. So instead, I forced myself to walk. One step, then another. The cathedral suddenly felt too long, too bright, too suffocating.