The Golden Slipper Valia Lind Novels & Stories

"I signed my half this morning." As the room cleared out, Xavier stepped closer to Ivy. He held up his phone. "We have a problem," he said. "The news about the 'Humility Trial' is spreading. People think you were lying to the school and the public for a prank. The St. Claire stock is starting to drop." Ivy looked at the red numbers on the screen. She knew this was Bianca’s work. "They want a statement," Xavier said. "They want to know why a billionaire heiress would pretend to be a beggar for three years."

ELARA. My blistered, filthy fingers dug into the smooth, expensive leather of the stolen binder. The contrast made my stomach churn with a toxic mixture of disgust and absolute, thrilling vindication. After everything that stuck-up bitch had put us through—the public degradation, the complete destruction of our flawless Silvercrest reputation, the agonizing humiliation of hauling wet manure like common beasts of burden—Valeria Pierce was finally going to get exactly what she deserved. My pride had been shredded into ribbons when she forced Julian and me into the dirt as lower-tier laborers instead of the royal dignitaries we were born to be.

“You can’t kill me. Not when I still have your name.” Then she turned to me. “And you, Clara Vale, should ask yourself what it costs to wear another woman’s identity.” Her words made my stomach drop. “What do you mean?” She tilted her head. “Did he tell you what happened to the last woman who pretended to be me?” Lucien’s hand tightened on his weapon. “Don’t.” Her smile widened. “She’s buried in Prague.” “Enough!” he barked. The tension snapped like a wire. Lucien moved fast—too fast. He grabbed her wrist before she could reach into her coat. I heard the metallic click of a gun hitting the floor.

“And which do you prefer?” She hesitated. “Neither.” The contract, however, demanded spectacle. By noon, they were ushered into another public appearance—this one unplanned, inconvenient, and swarming with cameras. A luxury boutique opening. Harmless enough on paper. In reality, it was a trap. The moment they stepped onto the sidewalk, flashes exploded like gunfire. Voices overlapped, sharp and invasive. “Mrs. De La Vega! Are the rumors true?” “Arrow, were you seen with Isabella Croix again last night?”

I had never imagined Chad would be such a jerk. When Chad and his friend laughed at Annika, I was indignant. I rushed over to cover his mouth, not realizing how pale Annika looked. She fumbled, desperately wanting to run, and eventually tripped and fell into the swimming pool. Nathan saved her, and it became a classic tale of the prince saving the ordinary girl, just like in many romantic stories. People loved to read these kinds of stories. As the couple's story gained popularity on campus, it became evident that it needed a villain, a malicious character who would bully Cinderella and try to steal her prince away. I was perfect for that role.

Lisa taunted, raising an eyebrow mockingly. "You bitch!” Valerie said vexedly, wishing she could stand up and slap Lisa across her beautifully made face, and leave a permanent mark, but sadly she can't, “Your fucking husband did this to me. His deranged assailant left me for dead, with damn knives stuck in each of my legs, I went through excruciating pain for days! And now I can never walk again!" Valerie seethed with hatred and anger as she spoke every word. "Now, I will have my revenge by taking away his most prized possession… His precious Jade," she added, her eyes burning with vengeful determination, and turned to her men and said, “How do you think Trey will feel when he sees a superhe

anger gripped her tightly, Valerie spoke before her mind caught up with what she had done. "No!" She snaps, her tone held a lethal edge foreign to her ears. Watching her former Alphas' expression twist into surprise. "I will not become a rogue. I promise you that." He saw the promise in her eyes, familiar to the look he'd given her earlier when he promised to kill her. Her eyes burned like fire and brimstone. But he gave a single glance at her weak, pathetic figure and scoffed. "We shall see. Until next time, daughter." And as the lighting cracks open the sky, he's gone. Left in a world unknown to her; a world of strange creatures, Kings and Queens, darkness and light all sewn together by m

I called out, hurrying after them and then Valerian halted at the top of the stairs but he didn’t turn. “That would be unnecessary.” He replied and Liyana immediately chirped while twisting in his arms to look at me. “I want mommy to come! Please!! Mommy needs to see my sparkly shoes.” Liyana said and the tense air at the top of the staircase stretched for a few seconds before Valerian finally gave a single curt nod. “Fine.” It wasn’t warm in anyway neither was it forgiving but we still went anyway and the tense air was carried all the way to the car.

“Yes! God, yes, I am a slut. I love to be fucked.” She then felt Holly slide a hand over her burning ass to her crack and then down to her slit. She gasped when the other woman shoved two fingers into her slick channel. “You’re so fucking wet,” Holly said. “Damien was right. You truly do get off to this, don’t you? Even spanking you until you’re sitting there crying has you hornier than hell.” Valerie felt the shame color her tear-stained cheeks. “Yes, ma’am. I love being punished and humiliated like this.”

Somehow I could vaguely recognize it as the crest of the Allia, a small army that served directly under Vladimier. "Hello, Valerie." Vladimier called as a smile crept across his face. Moving forward, he placed his hands on my hips and bent down close to my ear, where only I was able to hear him. "You look ravishing in that gown." He murmured, sending chills of delight racing through me. "I must thank Adrielle later." "I thought this was your choice." I said in confusion, meeting his gaze. "No, I gave Adrielle free reign, as she is the best of the best. I'm glad to see that I am not disappointed in her work." He responded happily. "Now, come, let me introduce you to someone."