Serena Valentino Books Novels & Stories

She no longer exists. Under the last line was a name he had never seen me write. [Elena Valenti] For a moment, Julian didn’t understand. Then the name hit him like a fist. Valenti. Anyone in New York knew the name. Old money whispered it. Politicians feared it. Cops pretended not to see it. It belonged to armored gates, private docks, and men who smiled before pulling the trigger. He sank into a chair, his face draining of color. He called my old number.

SELENE’s POV Four years ago, Serena Vale died on a stormy bridge in this same city. Tonight, she arrived back, not as Serena Vale, but as Selene Arden, the powerful billionaire businesswoman everyone can’t stop talking about. The private jet landed quietly against the dark runway while the city lights stretched endlessly beyond the glass. I sat still in my seat long after the aircraft stopped moving, my fingers resting lightly against the leather armrest. “Miss Arden,” my assistant said carefully. “The cars are ready.”

Valerio’s hand smoothed over the curve of her ass. Gentle. Deceptive. "You want to leave me?" he murmured. Another sharp slap. "You want to deny me?" Another. "You want to pretend you’re not mine?" A third slap, so hard it left her shaking. Sera cried out. Tears leaked from her eyes. But between her thighs — heat. Throbbing, aching need. God save her, her body loved this. --- Valerio knelt on the floor behind her. Spreading her thighs apart with cruel hands.

Serafina The dead don’t rest when vengeance is left unfinished. I wasn’t supposed to feel. Not after what they did to me. Not after being betrayed, stripped of my identity, of my future, and thrown into the shadows like a disposable secret. But there I stood, draped in crimson silk stolen from the wardrobe of my captor’s wife, watching Valentina Russo dance in the home that was meant to be mine. She looked like me. But she wasn’t me.

Silence lingered between them. The rest of the flight was quiet as Kevin sat in another seat at the back busy signing documents and discussing business matters while Emma read a book and intermittently looked out the window watching the scenery below and sometimes stealing a glance back at him and caught him looking at her. After an hour, Kevin walked to her, checking on her as she drifted off to sleep. The leather-bound book she was reading lay open on her lap, the words written on its open page clearly visible; “If I know what love is, it is because of you!" Kevin smiled and then put the book aside. There was no lie in it.

"Please, sit, Serena. You look exhausted." Serena hesitated, but the sheer gentleness in Seraphina's voice disarmed her. She slowly sank back onto the cushions, clutching the cashmere fabric. "Lucian told me about you," Seraphina said, her voice softening with fond affection. "He spoke of your spirit, your bravery... and how horribly unfair this fortress has been to you." A sharp pang of guilt stabbed Serena’s chest at the mention of Lucian’s name. "Lucian... he is a good man. He was the only person here who showed me any kindness."

Serena Vale walked into the Meridian Grand ballroom at eight-fourteen on a Saturday night in black and red and the particular quality of stillness that belongs exclusively to people who have decided exactly who they are and are no longer asking the room’s permission. I had known her for five years. I had sat across from her in Singapore when she was eight months out of the worst night of her life and already the most precise thinker I had encountered in a decade of working with exceptional people. I had watched her build Valek Global from a framework and a fury into something that made the financial press use words like formidable and unprecedented. I had seen her in boardrooms at midnight a

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.

Behind me, I hear Achilles speaking, but his voice is low, like he’s talking to someone else. “She’s a handful,” I hear Achilles say to someone. I look back, but I don't see anyone. He taps his left ear...ah... intercoms. A voice crackles over the intercom, and I recognize Valentine’s cold, detached tone. “Bring her back.” “She’s not exactly cooperative,” Achilles replies. “What did you do to her?” “She’s hungry,” Valentine says. “She’ll come around.” “She just jumped out of the highest window in the house,” Achilles replies dryly. “I’d say she’s not exactly thrilled with her situation.”

“Damn, look how wet she is. She really does get off on this shit, doesn’t she?” “Oh, yeah,” Damien said, smirking at her. “As much as she hates it, she loves it even more. Hell, I promise you the last thing she wanted was for you to be here.” Valerie rubbed her clit in tight circles as she listened to him talk to Nick, knowing every word he said was true. “But the fact that you are, and that she hates it, only makes her hornier,” Damien continued. “She wants it, wants to do all these degrading things and be put on display like this.”