Tiffany Valentine Ray 소설 & 이야기

I told her while still grunting in pain. Tiffany scoffed at me, "Yeah, right." She sounded like she really didn't believe me. “But it’s okay if you really did it,” Tiffany smirked at me. “I didn’t like Valerie in the first place, And also…” She looked down at me. “At least I wouldn’t have to go the hard way to have Duke for myself, don’t you agree? I mean just look at you... a weakling!” While looking at Tiffany and seeing her obsessive eyes, I suddenly remember what Valerie told me last night.

The thought haunted me every night. Valentina stepped closer. "If the others find out, they'll force your hand." "They won't." She shook her head. "You sound awfully confident." Her voice softened. "You're in love with her.” I said nothing. The silence was enough. Valentina laughed bitterly. "I never thought I'd live long enough to see the great Raymond Sinclair fall in love." My eyes narrowed. Then she stepped toward the door and paused. "If you won't deal with this..." She glanced over her shoulder. "I might have to."

Ray left the room with rage. For the past seven days, he did not leave the room for one thing or the other. He bathed her, fed her and took care of her and she dared to insult him. “Yes boss ” Gabriel left as well leaving the two friends in the room. “Why is he so cocky? Wasn't what I said right?” She discarded the tubes and wore fluffy slippers near her bed. Valerie held her arms to stop her. “Alexa, you are so stone hearted! Ray spent his whole week staying with you and even I as your best friend could not!” Valerie tucked her back into the bed. “Stay, I will go look for it.”

My eyes widened in surprised, what the hell did he mean by that? “What?” Travis and I chorused. “Apparently, it seemed like the Valentina girl is a slut, she was selling her nudes to a person, but this particular person recorded her video instead. It was probably an older man she met at the resort that did it, that was why she suddenly disappeared from the area.” In anger, I didn’t know when my fist collided with Scott’s cheeks and I tightened my hands in fury. “How dare you talk about Valentina, like that?” I growled Scott was unable to catch himself and he fell to the ground. “What the hell do you mean by slut?”

"I'm not telling you anything else. Go fuck yourself, Valiant." Vincent's words match hers in venom. "You will or I'm going to have you arrested, and then I'll get whatever I want anyway. How much did you pay?" Tiffany deflates, but her chest heaves with her deep gulps of air. "Fifty fucking thousand, asshole. I would've gone as high as seventy-five, but Rachel doesn't have your bargaining skills." At the confirmation of what he's suspected Vincent's body releases the tension he's been carrying. "It's done, Tiffany. It's over now and you lost."

she suddenly said to him, with her expression still filled with weak loss of strength. Seeing this, I used the opportunity to move closer to her and sat beside her, "Are you okay Valerie, you suddenly fainted at the party, so Dante brought you to this room," I voiced out, playing the good friend to her, making sure I do anything in my power to make Dante feel so small of himself. However, it was working as I could see how much annoyance he felt, then he suddenly said, "Raymond, please can you give us some privacy I want to speak with my girlfriend,"

"The world sees a fiancée. I see a debt that I’m never going to let you finish paying." He took my hand, his fingers interlacing with mine so tightly it almost hurt, and led me back into the den of sharks. I walked beside him, the cold ruby on my finger catching the light, knowing that the "Dirty Valentine" was no longer just a gala title. It was the life I was now trapped in.

"About what I did. About what you said. About how I never really saw you until today." Dorothy's breath catches, her artist's eyes tracking every nuance of his expression. She's studied him for years, the way his hair falls across his forehead when he's thinking, how his amber eyes darken when he's troubled, but never has she seen him look at her with such naked vulnerability. "You tore up my Valentine without even looking at it," she reminds him, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. "Why should I believe you see me now?" Magnus reaches into his jacket and carefully withdraws the reconstructed Valentine. The paper roses she crafted so meticulously are held together with tape now

On Valentine's Day, I waited for my husband at the restaurant where he had made a reservation. My heart was full of love. I had just become pregnant with our baby. Suddenly, eight women barged into the restaurant. The one leading the charge was a woman dressed in a halter top, tight leather pants, and stilettos. The waiter approached them, “Hello, miss. Do you have a reservation? I’m afraid we are fully booked for the night.” The woman shoved the waiter away and hissed, “Move! I’m here to catch my boyfriend in the act!

My free hand flexed at my side, fighting the urge to do something stupid. “Oh hello," Tiffany approached us with swaying hips and a saccharine smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She stopped right in front of Valentina, ignoring me completely at first like I was beneath her notice. “Valentina, darling,” Tiffany purred, her voice dripping false sweetness that made my skin crawl. “You clean up so well for someone who wasn’t exactly raised in circles like these.” “Tell me, how does it feel walking into real power after… whatever pack orphan dumb life you crawled out of? Must be quite the upgrade.”