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I said and Chloe smiled "You really like this guy , don't you?" "I don't know" I shook my head "You missed him when he stopped bothering you , waking up every 2 a.m everyday because you remembered every moment that you spend with him in this time and the fact that you only see him Val.. you like this guy" "I guess" "Love isn't about one person fighting alone Valentine , it's about 2 people. If there's only one person who fights.. there will be time for them to give up"

My mind drifts to Savannah fuelling my hunger to save her, my hunger to survive. How can I let her live in the Villa with such a monster? A man who doesn’t have an ounce of empathy within him. Does he have no compassion for women whatsoever? I’m sure there are laws in the Elite Families bible about harming women and children. He's the devil incarnate, a grim reaper with a heart as black as coal, a grinch who steals joy and a boogeyman, who haunts your dreams all rolled into one. Don Valentino is like a dark and stormy night, causing the air to grow thick with the stench of fear and desperation.

She turned, her shoulders slumped, and left, the door clicking shut. I sat back down, finishing my bourbon, my mind restless. Valeria’s fire, Elena’s jealousy—it was a mess, and I needed air to clear my head. I grabbed my jacket and walked outside, the night cool, everywhere was quiet except for the faint hum of crickets. My thoughts kept circling back to Valeria, her defiance, her rage, the way she stood up to Elena to save Eduardo. “She’s different,” I thought, my boots crunching on the gravel path. I liked her fight, even if it pissed me off. Elena was wild, but Valeria’s boldness was something else, something that made my blood run hot. I wanted her, wanted to break her resistance, to m

I said. “For now,” she agreed. “But when he has exhausted himself… then we take his bones and build something better.” Over my dead body, I thought. Her father’s journal burned like fire in my memory. The experiments. The curses. The obsession with Vlad’s blood. “Speaking of building,” Valentina said casually, “how did you enjoy the Archives?” My shoulders tightened. She was watching my reaction. Testing. Always testing. “They were… enlightening,” I said carefully. “They always are,” she replied. “So many stories. So much filth. So many chances to learn from other people’s stupidity.” She tilted her head. “Did you find anything… interesting?”

Acid-free Preservation Folders, brittle logbooks, and centuries-old cargo manifests stood in neat, dusty rows. Valentina’s breath caught. I could almost hear her thoughts. This place was like a second home to her—the dust, the scent of forgotten ink, the thrill of secrets buried in parchment. She was already half-lost in it, fingertips brushing across labeled spines like she was greeting old lovers. I sighed and cleared my throat, needing to break the spell. “Valentina.” She didn’t even turn around. “Why can’t you look at me the way you look at these books? Should I summon a book fairy and have myself turned into a first edition? Maybe then you’d read every page with that much care.”

She no longer exists. Under the last line was a name he had never seen me write. [Elena Valenti] For a moment, Julian didn’t understand. Then the name hit him like a fist. Valenti. Anyone in New York knew the name. Old money whispered it. Politicians feared it. Cops pretended not to see it. It belonged to armored gates, private docks, and men who smiled before pulling the trigger. He sank into a chair, his face draining of color. He called my old number.

"Whatever this is... we can't." The library door creaked as I passed. Elena's voice drifted out. "—just organizing, searching for—" Papers rustled. "—evidence of the affair..." I pushed the door open. Elena jumped, Valentina's old letters scattered across the desk. "Organizing?" My smile felt like broken glass. The temperature plummeted. Books flew from shelves as Valentina's rage pulsed through me. Elena's scream echoed off the walls. Dinner with Adrian was agony. His study suffocated me—Valentina's photo watched from the wall, slightly askew. The safe behind it called to me like a whisper.

“We’ll be back… to fuck you so much you forget how to walk.” I straightened. Valentino kept staring at her—chest rising and falling too fast, pupils blown, white hair falling into his face like a veil. His control was fraying; I could smell it. The bond pulsed between us—his hunger echoing mine. I stepped away from the bed. Valeria whimpered at the loss, thighs pressing together instinctively, trying to ease the empty ache. I didn’t look back as I walked toward Valentino. He thrust a thick manila folder into my chest the second I reached him.

“It was right after we first met you, even before we met up on the roof the day you moved into your apartment. I had made a comment to Damien about how uptight you seemed, and he scoffed at my assessment. Basically, he said you just needed the right push and he could get you to do whatever he said. And that, my traitorous bitch, became our bet.” Valerie couldn’t believe her ears. They had purposefully set her up, made a bet on how soon she would succumb to Damien’s machinations. And she had given in to him after only a couple of days. It hadn’t even been two weeks and she had been fingered on the rooftop, spanked over the arm of his couch as well as fucked up her ass, twice, and fucked under

Liars adore other liars. It’s a never-ending game of chase between two liars that makes them adore each other. It’s the rush of excitement they feel to uncover the truth which pushes them to stay close. It’s a stupid contest between two liars. It’s something like… Who is the better liar?! It keeps them on the edge. I detach my gaze from the wall and pin my gaze on Leo, who looks curious. “ Valentina was my little brother’s whore for half of her life… ” I whisper to myself, knowing that Leo is able to hear me too.