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She can't seem to catch a break. I'm glad to let you know it's not over yet. We can't possibly leave her in such a dark place! I am glad to let you know that there is part 4. We have already seen the following parts: Part 1: Helena's Contract Part 2: The Italian Belle Part 3: The English Affair And now part 4: Tainted Bloodline.

"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.

And she had to do some studying too, so yeah. Katharina signed into the system with her library card and went towards the catalogue. Tons of books were placed on the shelves, and she wanted one of them which was too high for her petite height. As she stretched out her hand and tilted her toes, tanned masculine fingers suddenly grabbed the book, that sexy husky voice speaking in her ears, "Sexual Politics?" Fuck. Alan fucking Sterling.

I watched as he used those flames to reclaim the docks, lighting up the night, smiling as he said, "Once I've secured my position, I'll marry you in grand style." I thought we would last a lifetime. I never imagined our love would crumble under a few careless lies from Lina. Lina had said, "She's a merchant's daughter. What could she want besides money?" Yet, she never knew that last year, when the Valentino Family faced a financial collapse, it was I who transferred 30 million through anonymous accounts to help them survive. And just last month, when a rival family sent assassins, it was I who had my bodyguard take a bullet for him…

“She’s telling him the truth. And we’re the ones who look like villains because we are the villains, Vivian. We did push her out. We did keep them apart. We did lie to him about what happened.” “We protected him—” “We protected ourselves.” I stood, walked to the window. “And now it’s all falling apart. My company is dying. My son hates me. And the woman I destroyed is winning at everything.” “Don’t say that—” “It’s true.” I turned to face her. “Serena has everything now. Success. Power. Respect. And she’s getting our son back too. Not through courts. Not through force. Through love. Through honesty. Through being the parent we should have been all along.”

“You should be thanking us, you know. We could’ve ended this a long time ago, but my sister? She wanted us to be thorough.” Sokolov laughed. Or at least, he tried. The sound was more of a choked rasp. “She’s still weak. Hiding behind her men like a pathetic little—” The words cut off with a sharp, wet gurgle as Valentino buried the knife into his thigh, twisting it cruelly. Sokolov’s body seized, a hoarse scream ripping from his throat, but the bindings held him in place. He had nowhere to go. No escape. I sighed, stepping forward, placing a hand on Valentino’s shoulder. “You’re too messy.”

His cock was already getting hard thinking about her. His men had checked on her all day. Serena Vale. 28 years old. She worked with art. She had no family. No easy weak spots. She was smart and careful. The door opened. Serena walked in. She wore a short green dress. It was tight. The top was very low. Her breasts almost came out when she moved. Her long legs looked great in high shoes. Her ass moved nicely as she walked. Donato’s mouth got tight. His cock got fully hard in his pants.

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?

"From the first week. Everything since then has been the same people in more detail." Clara considers this. "Is that true for everyone?" "The ones who are paying attention," Valentina says. "The ones who are not paying attention become something else. Or they were never quite themselves to begin with." Clara looks up. "Is that what the third book is about?" "One of the things," Valentina says. "I thought so," Clara says. She goes back to her notebook. Two notebooks open at the kitchen table, mother and daughter, writing in the November Barcelona night about the people in the next room who are starting to know what they are.

He smelled like smoke and something sharp that made me dizzy. “Valerio,” I breathed, and the name felt wrong and right at the same time. His hand lifted and cupped my cheek. So light. So final. I thought for one crazy, bright second that he would kiss me. That the rough, deadly man would cross the line and take what he wanted for real this time. His thumb stroked my lips. Valerio Moretti was about to kiss me! My heart thundered against my chest. Every other thing flying out of my head. Seraphina, Lucien, Elara and fucking Damian.