Novel & Cerita Serena Valentino Books In Order

Hello reader! I want to take this opportunity to thank you for getting this far into the story. I should have mentioned this in the beginning but it's never to late to do so, right? The book has four parts. We have already gotten through part 1: Helena's Contract and we have four more to follow. A brief overview: Part 1: Helena's Contract Part 2: The Italian Belle Part 3: The English Affair Part 4: Tainted Bloodline

By the time the Malta trip ended, the Manhattan condo had sold. Ava called me screaming from a bathroom stall at work. "Elena Valenti, tell me you did not just wire half the sale proceeds into the foundation account and earmark the other half for a house on the coast." "I didn’t." "Liar. The bank notification is staring at me. Are we really doing this?" I leaned against the balcony railing of my hotel suite and looked out at the harbor. "We’re doing it. Resign whenever you’re ready."

My private phone, the one Nikolai had gotten for me two weeks ago, had about ten messages and five missed calls; Rafael, Nikolai, Lila, and my mother. What the fuck happened again? I opened X instinctively and the first headline I saw made my blood run cold. ‘NIKOLAI VETROV HAD HER FIRST: HOW SERENA VALE WENT FROM VETROV’S SHADOW LOVER TO MORETTI’S ARM CANDY’ The article was brutal.

"Let's go have a baby." Easy for him to say. … A note from the author: Thank you for reading The Valiant Trilogy! If you'd like to find out more about this trilogy or read my other series you can find information about all of my books on my website: www.authormeganmatthews.com Megan Matthews loves writing humorous romantic suspense featuring heroes with unbelievable abs, billionaire bosses, and heroines with attitude for days. She lives in Michigan with her techie husband, homeschooled son, their cat, and two guinea pigs.

“We’ll be back… to fuck you so much you forget how to walk.” I straightened. Valentino kept staring at her—chest rising and falling too fast, pupils blown, white hair falling into his face like a veil. His control was fraying; I could smell it. The bond pulsed between us—his hunger echoing mine. I stepped away from the bed. Valeria whimpered at the loss, thighs pressing together instinctively, trying to ease the empty ache. I didn’t look back as I walked toward Valentino. He thrust a thick manila folder into my chest the second I reached him.

Serena’s hand skimmed across the shelves, searching—until her fingers stopped on a book with a blood-red spine. The crest on it mirrored the sigil carved into her mother’s ring. “This is it,” she whispered. Elias leaned in, brow furrowed. “That’s a royal mark. From the Valecourt line. That book hasn’t been touched in generations.” Serena hesitated only a moment before pulling it free. As the book opened in her hands, magic burst forth—wild, golden light twisting like flames, pages flipping in a flurry until they stopped on a single name: Serena Valecourt.

But where Serena’s had been soft, warm, filled with light, Simona’s were sharp, defiant, and dangerous. When she reached the bar, she ordered beer, not wine. She tilted her head at me when I looked at her—and smiled like she already knew what I wanted. She was everything Serena wasn’t. Wild, not caring what others thought. And in that moment, I hated her for it. And needed her because of it. Valentino had told me to find a woman to forget Serena with. So what better way to do it than with someone who was the direct opposite of Serena?

“Yeah, she used him to manipulate me, to force me into doing things I never wanted to do.” “Like, sleeping with that guy?” He clenched his jaw. “No, I never slept with Victor. I was only trying to seduce him to fool him enough so I could do what I needed to do,” I replied, my heart beating even faster that I was getting closer to telling him about the other part of me. “What you needed to do?” He repeated as he sat back down on the couch. “This is getting a bit confusing, Linda.” I nodded, understanding him. I sat down on the other couch and flashed him a sad smile. “Before going further, I not only did that to Victor but also to another CEO. His name was Carrington.”

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.

Everything became cold and dry for Serena after that Valentine's night. Things changed and probably life itself changed . She has finally registered for her Jamb Examination and began to kill herself with books. To her, things has gone back to how the used to be before her final year and the difference there was that there was no James and Ella to make her think that life's a bitch or frustrate her so she taught herself to leave through it and let it all go.