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It occurred to her that she didn't know anything about her. All she'd said was that she wanted revenge and that she could help her get hers. Lisandra hadn't bothered to ask who the woman was after. She hadn't asked her name or where she came from. That had been a mistake on her part. Trusting her because she'd mentioned the Petrovs. What if what she said was a lie? Did it matter though? The only person she hated enough to want to kill was Emilia. As of that moment, it was her number one priority.

He touched her chin, tilting her head up to keep her eyes on the same level with his, as her eyes shimmered with tears that couldn’t stop pouring. “Such a good girl.” He praised her, one that made Valerie feel a pool of wetness between her panties. She cried because she’s sick and vile, how could she be wet at the thought of what he was about to do to her? Vanessa would be so disappointed at her that she easily gave it to him. Despite how much of a nuisance he was to her life, Valerie failed at controlling her body. She was wet for him, and the thought of him touching her down there to find out had her cry louder.

The smarter, more exhausted part wondered if this was her only chance to reclaim some fragment of control. She slipped the phone back into hiding just as Sandro’s footsteps approached the bedroom. When he entered, his gaze sharpened on her flushed face, but he said nothing. Instead, he crossed to her, pulling her close with that possessive hunger that always made her body respond even when her heart screamed to resist. The velvet prison tightened another notch. Outside its luxurious walls, Valentina waited with secrets that could either free Elena or destroy everything left between them. And Elena wasn’t sure which outcome terrified her more.

Author Pov Valerie stared at the man in whose arms she was locked in disbelief. Can't he see how much she disliked the way that man was handling the girl? This wasn't the way a man should touch a girl. It was brutal and ruthless. She always knew that her body will be her Master's only. But she had a little hope of getting better treatment. At least he will consider her way of being intimate with him. Gently and carefully. But what she never understood that Xavier Valentino is the second name of cruelness. He loved roughness. He loves being in control. He loves when his woman quivers under him completely on his mercy.

It cannot be! My hands trembled as I flipped the page over. I held my breath, knowing that the worse is about to be right in front of me. The next page made me lose my balance. It had a photo of Valencia next to Alpha Dario, this time she had three children around her, around them. There was names under each person in the picture. Under Valencia there was the title Luna…there's no way! Valencia is the Alpha Dario's wife! The Luna of Dark waters! Alexandro know all of this?!

Daniel thrust a red folder at Valencia, "Take a look, and you'll know what I mean, Alexa." Annoyed... Valencia was annoyed to hear Alexa's name kept being mentioned when her name was Valencia. Valencia roughly took the folder from Daniel's hand. When Valencia first read it, her expression was still normal. But suddenly the folder flew out of Valencia's hand and fell to the floor until the sheets of paper inside scattered. "No... this can't be!" Valencia exclaimed, not believing what she was reading. Seeing the reaction of Valencia, who was still sitting stiffly without saying a word, even just silent, ignoring the scattered sheets of paper, made Raisa move from her place, pick up the paper,

She was rich in a way the Ashfords would never understand. Valentina’s Chilling Joy: Valentina’s happiness was the opposite of Naomi’s. It was a loud, sharp, cold happiness. She enjoyed the pain of others because it made her feel superior. She didn't want love; she wanted winning. She looked at the hospital and the mansion as a game board. Every tear Lucas shed was a point for her. Every day Evelyn stayed in bed was a victory. She was a woman who had traded her soul for a crown, and she was very happy with the deal.

She had no idea that while she sat on her throne, wolves were already at the door. And some of them… were already inside. Flashback – One Week Ago Lorenzo lit a cigar in my office. “She’s too wild.” “She’s born for this,” I said, pouring bourbon into two glasses. “She’s born to destroy this.” I didn’t disagree. Valentina didn’t rule like the mafia women before her. She didn’t smile and nod and slip poison into your wine. She looked you dead in the eye and told you she’d cut your heart out if you blinked wrong.

The door swung inward on silent hinges. Valentina waited in the living room, naked except for the black leather collar still around her throat—the one I’d buckled on her the last night we played. She stood with her hips cocked, one hand trailing down her stomach, offering herself like a gift I never asked for. Once upon a time that body had set me on fire. Long legs, full breasts, the faint scars I’d left across her ass during a particularly rough session. Now? I felt nothing. Not even a flicker. My mind flashed to Elena, her soft curves, her pregnant glow, the way she arched when I touched her gently instead of brutally. Valentina’s nakedness felt like cheap perfume next to Elena’s gracious

She would love to leave Phoebe under Valentina’s influence so that the little one could learn to be brave and passionate just like her. “Of course, your highness. Should I braid your hair?” Katrina asked while caressing the wild and thick mane she has tamed a few minutes back. The Princess tapped her chin, then shook her head. “No need, Katrina. I like them open.” The heir of Alvar instructed and stood up from her place in front of the shiny mirror, bordered by wooden carvings. Removing the invisible creases from her silk nightgown, the princess moved towards the secluded section of her chambers, the one where even the maids weren’t allowed to wander. From dusting the area at usual intervals