Novel & Cerita Valente

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known

, I replied with a faint smile, “We’ll take everything she tried on, and the ones I picked,” Valentina said, handing the black card to the salesman. His eyes widened in recognition. “Miss… are you Valentina Morales?” Valentina didn’t flinch,her silence was deliberate,I remained quiet, watching. The salesman gasped, clutching the card as if it burned his hands. “This… this belongs to Alejandro Rodriguez. Everyone knows only Valentina Morales could hold it—because she’s his lover.” His words slammed into me like a knife.

“I just wish I could do more.” “You are.” We go quiet, watching. Valen pours everything into the Barrier. The orange light glows like lava—or sunlight falling like a waterfall. It’s stunning. He’s stunning. I can’t look away. And I never felt prouder to be called his Mate.

“I’ve studied Dorian for years. I know how he thinks, how he operates. This girl is nothing more than a distraction. Once I eliminate Dorian, she’ll have no place to turn.” Vendetta smiled, though there was a flicker of doubt in her eyes. “And what if Dorian is stronger than you think?” “He’s weak,” Valen growled. “His mind is divided, distracted by this foolish union. He’s already vulnerable.” Valen gave a wicked laugh. Vendetta sighed, walking slowly toward the window. She gazed out into the storm, her fingers brushing against the cold glass. “I hope you’re right, Valen. But something about this feels... off.”

“And don’t think of it as a bad thing. The boss is a good-looking man. Like, really good-looking. You could do worse.” I open my mouth to respond, but the sound of footsteps on the stairs cuts me off. We all turn to see Valentine descending, his presence immediately commanding the room. Well, speak of the devil. He’s dressed in all black—a fitted shirt, tailored pants, and boots that make almost no sound as he walks. His golden eyes sweep over us, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. Mara and Finn are on their feet in an instant, their chairs scraping against the floor. “We’ll clean up,” Mara says quickly, grabbing her plate and heading for the kitchen.

Now, with my child gone, the last trace of my feelings for Renato had vanished completely. My family controlled the lifeline of arms supply across all of Sheily Island. If my father truly lost his temper, the Valentino family would be utterly destroyed. "Send the order," my father said into the encrypted communicator, his voice cold. "Cut off all supply lines to the Valentino family's docks. Seize the shipment coming in from Eastaropan." A crisp reply came from the other end. "Yes, Don!" Facing retaliation, Renato struck back quickly. He led his men in three assaults on the docks—but each time, they were driven back by my family's overwhelming firepower.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we've worked well together for two years. If there are new conditions, let's talk. There's no need to blow things up." The DeLuca representative didn't even glance at him. He pushed the termination letter across the table. "Mr. Bellandi, you offended the wrong person." "Who?" "The Valenti family." Chicago had plenty of old names whispered in back rooms, but only one name could make a room lower its voice. For half a century, the Valentis had controlled the docks, private capital, casinos, and a dark order even politicians pretended not to see. Matteo stared at her. "What does that have to do with me?"

he continued with a gentle tone and slight bow. I sat at the edge of my bed and rested my hand on my knees. He wasn't wrong, it was his job to support and advice me. Feeling frustrated about his take on Lena felt somewhat selfish but he couldn't understand what I was feeling inside, what I wanted them to see even if they were going to stand against it. “She comes from a pack we've been fighting for generations. Alpha Dominic is literally the alpha of her pack. You know how crooked he is, he hates you”