Serena Valentino Villains Series In Order Novels & Stories

"Because we don't know what we're about to find." Amara looked at her. "I'm ready." Alessia studied her face. Then released her hand. Amara opened the file. The first page contained a list of names. Companies. Bank accounts. Dates. And one name circled in red. VICTORIA LAURENT. Amara turned the page. Another name appeared. ISABELLA MORETTI. She frowned. "Who is Isabella Moretti?" Alessia froze. The color disappeared from her face. Matteo noticed immediately.

Her growls rolled up the staircase like thunder, even making me a little scared. “Shut that fucking dog up,” Serena snarled. “Leave her alone,” I shot back, heat rising in my chest. “She won’t stop because she senses danger. Maybe because you’re pointing a fucking knife at me.” Serena tilted her head, studying me with this cold, hollow expression. “Valentina,” she whispered as if my name personally offended her. “You were supposed to help me. You were supposed to understand.” “I did understand! God, I’m literally trying to help you! You’re the one trying to kill me!”

I hate him! Nic reaches over and rests a hand on my leg. “Don't cry, babe.” She hisses. “He isn't worth your tears.” Selena rubs her hand up and down my arm. “There has to be an explanation.” She exhales roughly. “Don Valentino never makes the same mistake twice.” Nic snorts, “he's fucked up with my girl from the get-go. He doesn't deserve her.” Her words come out bitterly. Abruptly, I can sense his presence in the room before I see 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.”

“Even though I could’ve. My army is strong enough now. But I didn’t attack.” “Why?” Alexandro asked. “Because I want peace,” Valerian said simply. “And… because my wife would kill me if I started another war.” Alexandro allowed himself a faint smile. “Your wife… she’s a siren, isn’t she?” Valerian raised an eyebrow. “How did you know?” “I suspected it,” Alexandro said. “The lake… Serena saw something. Someone. That was her, wasn’t it?” Valerian nodded. “Nivera. She’s… complicated. But she’s mine. And yes, I know your wife saw her. I allowed it.”

“I refuse to be a victim again.” I am Serena Vale. If Kai thought he could charm me to make me a plaything for his pleasure, then he has another thing coming his way.

I moved my eyes back to Valentina. “He didn't mention you to me,” I said and she erupted in laughter. “I like her already,” she said to Antonio before pulling a chair and sitting next to me. “I will start again. I am Valentina, one of Silvano's trusted men and best assassin.” I was sitting with an assassin right now. But she looks beautiful to be an assassin. As if it if written on the face? Take Silvano for instance, he was damn hot, who would think he was a mafia don?

Scott asked her, he would have dealed with them himself but Madison really wanted to carry out the revenge herself and of course he would support her whole heartedly. However there was no response, his daring vallianess was already asleep, he planted a kiss on her forehead as he slept peacefully that night protecting his little villainess

“I used everything I could to get what I want. That is what power is darling. You will learn. You are my blood. My legacy. You belong with me.” Dante’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. The urge to cross the room and end Victor right there was almost overwhelming. His vision narrowed. The crowd around him faded. All he saw was Victor’s hand on Serena’s arm. But Serena’s earlier look held him back. She was playing the game. She was the queen. He had to trust her strategy even as every fiber of his being screamed to protect her. Serena stood tall. Her red dress made her look like fire in the middle of the glittering room. “I am not your legacy. I am not your prize. I am my own woman. And

I'd told him to be careful, but no, he hadn't listened. It would be fun seeing him explain his way out of this one. "Yeah, Evan, why don't you tell her what that means?" He shot me a look, making me stifle a laugh before turning to Serena. "Uh, a virgin is a very sweet, very beautiful woman. Yes, that's what a virgin is." The young girl nodded gravely in understanding. "So that means mommy is virgin too! She is the prettiest woman I know!" Serena said, giving me a gap toothed grin.