Novel & Cerita Serena Valentino Villains Series In Order

I didn’t belong here. “Father... Alistair is right... Scarlett isn’t a good person,” Victor then added, being the only other person present that had the courage to interrupt them. “You can ask Aurora yourself. She grew up with Scarlett in Easthaven. They made her into a slave, forced her into serving them. But she’s a survivor of the war with Ashburne. Aurora was just telling me this morning about how Scarlett was one of the worst offenders of her abuse.”

“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.”

You get the results. But then you also get her. And she doesn’t fit into the story the way she’s supposed to. Serafina Vale wasn’t supposed to become the heartbeat of this, she was supposed to be the door. The open link that got me back into the room. But now, the plan wasn’t straight anymore. It was curved, twisted, rerouted. Because now it had her in it. And I didn’t know if I was still driving it — or being pulled. The door suddenly opened behind me and there she was, bare feet again.

Still stained with ash. He wanted me to look like a corpse bride. “You’ll smile for them,” Dante whispered, slipping the mask over my eyes. “You’ll walk beside me, and they’ll think you chose me.” “I didn’t.” “But you will.” He dragged his fingers under my chin. “You can still ruin everything, Sera. One word. One glance. One lie. And Alessandro will kill her.” Valentina. My sister. She was never meant for this. But I was. Alessandro’s POV

The thing was, Serena and her good friend Evelyn had a whole plan and the plan would need casualty and as much as she lied to Damien, she had to use him first. What she didn’t understand was that it made her as much a villain as everybody she thought was. It was a dramatic thing and she was going to use it, slither her way through anything and make sure she had Adrian Hale in hell. Her eyes were showing it and Damien was catching on.

My eyes drifted involuntarily toward Serena’s lifeless body lying on the dungeon floor and my stomach twisted. “What did she have to do with any of this?” I asked quietly. Valentino smiled slowly. “I’d be happy to explain.” He clasped his hands behind his back. “You see, Serena began noticing a change in Demarion the moment you appeared.” His eyes flicked toward the corpse. “And while technically it wasn’t her place to care…” His smile turned mocking. “As the Alpha’s mistress, she felt it was her duty to make sure Demarion never fell in love with you.”

For a moment, the room was still. Then Lady Velyn whispered, “If you are who you claim, prove it. Tell us something only she would know.” Serina smiled faintly. “You have a scar behind your left ear. You got it the night your husband caught you sneaking letters to your sister. You told him it was from a fall.” Velyn’s breath hitched. “No one knows that.” “I was your queen,” Serina said. “I knew everything.” The table fell silent again not out of fear this time, but recognition.

They aligned with the jagged, incomplete memories I had of that night—the sound of footsteps that weren't the heavy, lumbering gait of the Council guards, but the light, predatory stride of a Valentino. "He marked you in that gym, didn't he?" Serafina continued, her voice a seductive poison. "He tasted your blood. He saw the 'Traitor' brand and he felt... what? Guilt? No, Aveline. He felt relief. Because as long as you're the villain, no one looks at the hero’s bloody hands." "Shut up," I whimpered, my head lolling back against the chair.

The birds didn’t know someone was about to bleed. Olive didn’t speak at first. Just handed her the page. Val took it carefully, unfolded it, read. It was a leaked “sample” page from the in-development docuseries script. Not from Alecia’s hand—clearly some writer’s early draft. But the lines stung anyway. > “VALENTINA, late 20s, flawless, calculating, offers herself to the mafia heir not out of love, but strategy. Her eyes are sharp, unfeeling—she knows what marrying him means. Power. Safety. Escape. Betrayal disguised as sacrifice.”

What he shared with Noemi was nothing but platonic love. A great love story always needs a villainess to make it burn. And that villainess was me. Gianna Milano. The plot called for me to discover the emotional affair and go to war against Noemi: petty cruelty, jealous rages, one humiliation after another, all of it making Noemi shine brighter by contrast. Renato's contempt for me would grow until he handed me the divorce papers himself. Then I'd run to my father, try to use the family to tear them apart.