Serena Valentino Books Novels & Stories

POV: Sera The split screen was still live when Liora dropped her bomb. Her face filled half the screen, tears streaming down her perfect makeup as she held up copies of the contract. “Kaelan Voss has been keeping Seraphina Vale as his paid sexual slave,” she said, her voice breaking perfectly for the cameras. “Here is the contract she signed. One year of her body in exchange for money. This is not romance. This is exploitation. And I have more evidence coming.”

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.

But it wasn't water I needed. it was time. A lie. A way out. Because the man on the balcony. He knew me. Not as Damien Alaric bride. But as Serena Vale the girl who ran. The girl who sold paintings on sidewalks. The girl who disappeared from a life she never wanted. He couldn't be here. He shouldn't be here. But he saw me. And worse - I saw the look in his eyes. Recognition. Leverage. And maybe revenge. Damien moved behind me slowly.

Damon Valentino ~•~ The next morning, I woke up with an email from the office of the dean and I knew things were about to get much worse. ‘From: officeofthedeannyc@g***l.com To: profvalentino@yahoo.com Date: 7 Dec 2023, 06:17 Good day,

It simply meant knowing when to step back. I eventually went inside, but I stayed near the entrance. Valentina noticed. “You're not coming?” “I am.” “You're standing there.” “I'm giving you space.” She smiled slightly. “That's new.” She shook her head and walked deeper into the bookstore. For the next twenty minutes, she looked through books, picked up a few, put them back, and complained about how expensive everything had become. At one point, she held up a book. “I remember buying this one when I was seventeen.”

“It was because I am a selfish man, Travis simply wanted to get back at me.” “I see…” He massaged his chin softly. “Somehow Valentina got herself involved in a love triangle, between best friends.” “That is not important right now.” I scolded and he flushed beet red, “Do you know the book Valentina always likes reading?” “Um…” He went into deep thought for a while, and then he shrugged. “I know she reads a lot of books, but I haven’t actively, tried to look at her book.” “There is this particular book, she loved to read, it’s a plain white book, and the title is Valentine’s Day.” I narrated taking the next five minutes of my time to describe just how the book looks. “The author’s name was Gu

“Don’t waste my time, Griffin.” His smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by something colder. “I want what your father owes me. His blood built his empire, and now, you’re going to help me tear it down.” I scoffed, ignoring the ache in my body. “And you think kidnapping me will do that? Ray doesn’t care about anyone but himself.” “Maybe,” Dylan said, his tone measured. “But you’re not just anyone, are you? You’re the Valisteen Princess. The perfect pawn.”

I was speechless earlier because I was ashamed of Raphael's parents who were looking at me now and Raphael was next to me holding my hands tightly. "She is the daughter of the woman you helped with Raphael?" Raphael's mother spoke in firm manner again. "Mom can you talk in nicely instead?" Raphael tightened his grip on my hand. "Oh sorry." The woman turned to me so I politely nodded. "What is your name young woman?" She asked me. "Heart Serenity." I answered politely and she just nodded and looked at Raphael.

But when I kissed her, when she kissed me back I knew one thing for sure. Serena Vale wasn’t lost. She was trapped. And I was going to get her back. Hook or crook. By war or by fire. The glass hit the bar top with a thud. I signaled for another drink. Before it arrived, a woman slid onto the stool beside me. She had flawless mocha skin, legs longer than sense, and wore a red satin dress that dipped low enough to leave nothing to the imagination. Every man in that bar turned their heads. Except me.

My husband was a computer whiz, and he brought me along to work in Valen. Rent in Valen was steep, so we ended up in one of those chaotic, mixed-bag apartment buildings. The place was packed with edgy young girls in trendy Valenese outfits, their lips and tongues covered in piercings. They said Valen's adult entertainment industry was thriving, but after arriving, I realized it goes way beyond that. These people had turned their subculture into an art form, with every twist and challenge pushing the limits of my imagination.