Novel & Cerita Serena Valentino Books

Serena I woke up with a smile on my face. A genuine, from-the-heart, can't-stop-smiling kind of smile. Last night had been... perfect. Ethan had told me he loved me. And I'd told him I loved him too. I love Ethan Ashford. The thought still made my heart race. I still couldn't believe that Ethan Ashford—the youngest, most powerful, most ruthless billionaire in the world, had confessed his love for me. Me. Serena Lawrence. The woman who was thrown out in the rain. The woman who lost everything.

But then, how could she find out the real reason if Karen wouldn't even want to talk to her. As she walked through the garden, her mind also wandered to Jenson. Could it be a coincidence that he has always tried to separate her from Elliot since the very first day? During the first meeting, no one recognized her as Adrian's ex-wife, mostly because she rarely went out. However, Jenson easily pointed out that fact as well as news of her infertility. Serena refused to believe that Jenson had researched her background beforehand. This is because there was no way any of the Vance family knew she was Elliot's choice.

Sandra's pov. I picked up my phone to continue recording my trip on a live post I made on I*******m. I and my boyfriend, Xanvier decided to have a fresh start in the city of Milan, a place far away from Mexico- Our country. Xanvier had just gotten a new job at TK designer associate while I was offered a partnership deal with a fashion line as a model. "Hello, my beloved fans". I waved and smiled at the camera as I spun it around, making sure I capture the tall trees hanging over our car, the old, rusty mail boxes on the road side, and the dirt, and gravel road ahead.

"I only care that every man who looks at you makes me want to destroy something." The words hit me like a slap. I stare at him, my heart pounding, my anger warring with something else…something dangerous and familiar. His chest rises and falls with each breath, close enough that I can feel the heat of him, smell the faint trace of his cologne mixed with a faint smell of lady’s perfume—Clara. “You are sick in the head, Valerio,” I hiss. "Già con un altro uomo?" he continues, his voice low and cutting. (Already with another man?) "You collect admirers like other people collect stamps. Caleb, that other motherfucker from accounts. Tanaka. Ian. Who else has been waiting for their turn?"

I understood now why Brandon was so madly in love with me, it wasn’t just about the face, but how he saw me. “Wow, sister,” Serah said with a big smile. “I bet Brandon will fall in love with you again today. You look like an angel. So beautiful.” “Are you for real, Serah?” I asked with a shy smile. “Yes, completely serious! You look stunning. One more thing,” she added, getting serious for a moment. “I want you to be happy. So when you go on your honeymoon, please don’t call me. I don’t want you thinking about me. Just think about yourself and your happiness. I promise, if something comes up, I will be the one to call you.”

She walked up to the gates and the securities let her in after she told them she was here for an interview. The place was beautiful, garden was on both side, a fountain was in the middle and a large pool at the side. "Impressive" Shay said to herself. She reached the door and touch the doorbell, in splits second it was open by a beautiful lady, black straight hair, brown eyes, cream skin color and dressed in a maid uniform. "Good morning I'm Shay Valentine, I'm here for a interview with.... She pause didn't get his name. " Mr Hyin" she finished off for Shay "Good morning I'm Patrice the maid, you can come in" she added sweetly.

Author Pov Valerie stared at the man in whose arms she was locked in disbelief. Can't he see how much she disliked the way that man was handling the girl? This wasn't the way a man should touch a girl. It was brutal and ruthless. She always knew that her body will be her Master's only. But she had a little hope of getting better treatment. At least he will consider her way of being intimate with him. Gently and carefully. But what she never understood that Xavier Valentino is the second name of cruelness. He loved roughness. He loves being in control. He loves when his woman quivers under him completely on his mercy.

I was certain it hadn't been there this morning. A strange feeling settled in the pit of my stomach as I walked over and picked it up. There was no name on the front, no indication of who had left it there. Slowly, I unfolded the paper inside. *After everything I sacrificed for you, you left me over some cheap accusations that slut fed you. I gave you everything you ever wanted, and what did you do? You spat in my face and branded me the villain. If you think this is over, you're absolutely wrong. If I can't have you, Liora sure as hell isn't going to have you either. Mark my words, Everett. This isn't the end.*

Sebastian had never done something like that for me, Not once, He never held a ceremony. Never looked at me the way he looked at her.but now because Valeria had returned, she was being given everything.Everything that should have been mine, My eyes darkened as the thought settled deep within me, Sebastian was supposed to be mine. The throne was supposed to be mine, The life she is living right now, was supposed to be mine, but she stole it. She took everything from me without a second thought and now she stands there, acting like she has won.Like this is her happy ending, A cold smile slowly formed on my lips. Valeria thinks she has won, She thinks this story ends in her favor.

“Look. We don’t have to like each other. But we live under the same roof. We can be civil.” "I don't need your kindness, go give it to someone who is in need of it," Serena continued to rage, making me feel frustrated. "Look, I'm trying here Serena," "I tried as well," She said banging the door at me. I stood there, staring at the door with my hand still half-raised. Regret crept in as I turned away, irritation rebuilding like armor over a wound. So much for trying. Serena’s POV I leaned on the door and let out a long shaky breath, slamming door at him brought great satisfaction to me.