Romans & histoires Valentina Ortiz Inside Out 2

The annoying buzzing in my ears wouldn’t go away, but at least I was still alive. Dante gave me a little smile while silently talking as he came closer to my bed. What the hell? I can’t hear him. I scrunched my brows in confusion as Dante kept speaking. He stopped after a bit and rubbed his neck. He gave my shoulder a gentle pat and grinned. Just then, I noticed Valentina walk in. I couldn't help but grin. Here she comes. Fucking charming. She had on a loose T-shirt, her arms were slightly bruised, and there was a cut on her forehead.

She let out a small sob, the sound slightly contained. “ Thank you, ” she said brokenly. “ Thank you, Don Julio. ” Valentina had really played her part and her loyalty was something that couldn't even be bought and I could do anything to protect her. “ There’s something else, ” I said, my voice lowering. “ Something very important. I need to tell you. ” “ What's it? ” she asked in a small voice. I pulled the chip from my pocket, rolling it between my fingers as I spoke.

Once the elevator came to a stop The place was familiar. Glancing around, Valentina walked down the empty passageway. It was a private area hence she wasn't expecting to see anyone other than cleaners Once she reached her destination, she knocked a few times before the door opened and someone invited her inside With a smile, Valentina cat walked in and closed the door behind her Getting rid of her pink coat. She tossed it aside and placed her purse on the table. With ease she looked up and saw Victor wearing dark jeans with a long-sleeved button-up shirt, his sleeves were folded to his elbows

“You can’t—!” But Matteo matched the gear into drive and sped past him, the tires screeching against the marble driveway. “MATTEO!” Bruno yelled after him, but the car was already disappearing into the road. Inside the mansion, silence fell again. Upstairs, behind closed doors, Valentina sat on the bed, her eyes fixed on her reflection. Her expression was calm—but her hands trembled slightly as she held her small phone, the one she had snuck into the house weeks ago when she was brought in.

She gave Araminta a subtle nod, and together they slipped out of the room, their footsteps hushed against the gleaming floor. In the dim-lit room across the hall where Josh lay unconscious, pale beneath the white sheets, Valentina turned to her mother, eyes gleaming with a feverish excitement. “Mom, this is it. He’s vulnerable—no guards at the door, no one watching. If I inject the poison now, he’s as good as gone,” she hissed. “Once he’s out of the picture, the entire Morales family will be in our hands!” Her tone was almost giddy, trembling with eagerness. But Araminta’s brows furrowed. She couldn’t hide the unease tightening in her chest.

This house was becoming a battlefield. And I was tired. Very tired. --- Valentina’s POV I stood in front of the mirror, staring at myself. Perfect hair. Perfect dress. Perfect makeup. Everything looked right. But inside… Nothing felt right. I clenched my jaw. They think I don’t know what they are saying. They think I don’t hear the whispers. “Why no child?” “Is she even a real wife?” “Maybe Lucas doesn’t love her…” I grabbed my perfume bottle and threw it across the room.

The sun early spilled across the tile floors in pale stripes. She opened the general fridge, grabbed the orange juice, and drank straight from the bottle. Her back leaned against the cold marble counter, and she exhaled like someone who had narrowly survived something she hadn’t even fully processed yet. It had been a long night. And she needed a power nap. ~ Valentina had the day off, a rare one, and she didn't plan to waste it inside. She tied Rue’s leash and stepped outside, sunglasses pushed up her nose, her hoodie oversized and her leggings tucked into a white trainers, with a baseball cap sitting low over her face.

And there—beneath the silver crest of the Ebon Moon—stood Valentina Rodriguez, my mate. She remained composed despite their intense observation. She neither averted her eyes nor inclined her head. Instead, she stood erect, her shoulders aligned, her chin raised, as if she were an intrinsic part of the ground upon which she stood. Her presence seemed to dominate the chamber, permeating every space, every shaded recess, much like a tempestuous wind building pressure against the walls before a storm's arrival.

I turned on my heels, ready to leave till she called me back. "Wait, kid!" She stood in front of me, her gaze instantly falling on my neck. "What happened to your neck, did you get into a fight, who strangled you?" I chuckled nervously and shook my head. "It's nothing, Ms. Charlie," She gawked at me suspiciously. "If you say so. Wait here!" She instructed and went into her apartment and returned with an unopened box of pizza and three soda cans. "Take that, you seem hungry," She shoved the items to my chest and went back into the house, shutting the door before I could protest.

he added, grinning. Just as I was about to retort, the elevator dinged again, and Valentina stepped out, her pregnancy bump visible under her shirt as she carried multiple bags of fries. I groaned dramatically at the sight of her. Valentina turned to face them. "I can't believe you both left me to come up by myself, fucking assholes," she seethed, shooting Marco and Alessandro a glare. She turned to face me with a bright smile. "Hey, Dante! Got you some fries," she said cheerfully, placing the bags beside me as she settled down on the couch.