Novel & Cerita Serena Valentino Books

Valentina sounded pissed but the creep doesn't focus on her, she looks at me. "Take me instead.” She offered and I raised a brow amused. "Bianca!” The imbecile with almost crushed balls groaned. “What? You won't?" She asked boldly. “I only want Morretti's daughter.” I said loudly with an intention to make her spill and she fell for it. "And who says I am not Morretti's daughter!?” She fires back and Valentina's hand in mine jerks away. "What did you just say?” Valentina's voice is shaky but she gets ignored.

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.

"What do you mean?" She held up the phone for me to see, and the headline practically screamed off the screen: "Mafia Heir Dante Moretti Marries Influential Heiress Seraphine Valli in Private Ceremony." My breath caught in my throat. I blinked at the words again and again, refusing to believe what I was seeing. It was already happening. Today. "No…" I whispered. Katya grabbed her jacket, her movements frantic now. "It's happening today. My source at the Valli estate says they moved up the ceremony to avoid media attention. They're in the inner villa already. Seraphine planned this down to the minute."

“Even though I could’ve. My army is strong enough now. But I didn’t attack.” “Why?” Alexandro asked. “Because I want peace,” Valerian said simply. “And… because my wife would kill me if I started another war.” Alexandro allowed himself a faint smile. “Your wife… she’s a siren, isn’t she?” Valerian raised an eyebrow. “How did you know?” “I suspected it,” Alexandro said. “The lake… Serena saw something. Someone. That was her, wasn’t it?” Valerian nodded. “Nivera. She’s… complicated. But she’s mine. And yes, I know your wife saw her. I allowed it.”

“I thought Isadora was—” “She is not,” Serena cut him off sharply. “Not by blood. She lied to me, Matteo. Lied about my father, lied about herself, and now I find this—” She shook the photo, her voice cracking. “Who the hell am I, really? A Valentino? A Romano? Or just a pawn between both?” Matteo reached out, gently pressing her hand down so she wouldn’t tear the fragile image. “You are Serena Vale. That’s who you are. The rest is blood and history, nothing more.”

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…"

Serena barely slept that night. Not because of the job itself. But because every time she closed her eyes, she kept seeing Mr vale watching her across that office. It was ridiculous. She didn’t even know the man. Yet something about Kael Vale stayed in her head long after she left the mansion. And she can't quite place a finger on it. Serena turned over in bed and groaned softly into her pillow. “Please tell me you’re not awake stressing over those rich people again.” Serena lifted her head slightly to see Mira leaning against the bedroom doorway with crossed arms.

"She thinks she's playing a game of leverage. She doesn't realize that I’ve already lost everything I was afraid to lose. A man with nothing left to lose is the most dangerous thing in the world, Aria. And Cassandra is about to find out exactly what I’m willing to do to keep you." As the sun began to peek over the horizon, painting the sky in shades of bruised orange and gold, I realized that the "Dirty Valentine" was only just beginning. We were bound by blood, bound by secrets, and now, we were bound by a journey that would either lead us to freedom—or to a shallow grave on the edge of the Atlantic.

A few of them, the ones who had quietly sold their shares, suddenly looked down, unable to meet her gaze. Killian picked up the documents with trembling hands. He scanned them quickly, looking at the legal proof properly notarized and sealed. Everything was legitimate. His throat tightened. “This… this isn’t possible,” he muttered. “Oh, it’s very possible,” Serena said softly. “You see, while you were busy mishandling funds and letting your personal life interfere with your business, I was rebuilding mine. And now,” she tilted her head, “I’ve taken back what was always rightfully mine.”

“You let her die with your child.” Damien had said nothing. He had listened to the venom, let it carve through him, then hung up. There were no words that would change her hatred, no words that would bring Selena back. And yet some nights, when whiskey blurred the edges of his fury, he swore he felt her beside him. The warmth of her laugh, her gentle touch on his body. But when he opened his eyes, the bed was cold. --- Three years passed. Valerie learned to glide through banquets draped in couture, to field conversations with European financiers without flinching, to smile in a way that revealed nothing. Valentina paraded her across Madrid and Barcelona, the mysterious daughter she had “adop