Novel & Cerita Valentina Ortiz Inside Out 2

A small figure lumbered through the door, the small frame of a human that I recognized to be Valentina, and as soon as her fearful green eyes met mine she darted her eyes to the farthest place in the room. The door to the washroom opened and Junis came into the room, almost bumping into Travis. “Travis, you’re here already.” He seemed a bit surprised, he was wiping the rim of his eyeglasses, and his eyes left Travis and then rested on Valentina’s small frame. “Ah… this must be Miss Valentina.” He stepped closer to her and held her hands, Valentina took a few steps backward barely able to balance on her own, she looked pale and her eyes were red as though she had cried.

Just nodded once before vanishing into his office. The house felt colder. Quieter. I kept thinking about what Javier said. About someone in the house leaking information. About me being set up. I didn’t want to believe it. But in my gut… I knew something was wrong. At breakfast the next morning, Valentina showed up uninvited. Again. She wore tight red leather pants and a crop top that looked like it had been painted on. Her heels clicked through the marble hall like she owned the place. “Morning, sunshine,” she said sweetly, dropping into the chair across from me.

Why does it feel so warm? She saw her disappearing from the room. Valentina got down from the bed with lots of difficulty as her thighs were hurting still now. She walked to her room and drew out the picture that she was hiding underneath her pillow. Her eyes welled with tears looking at the picture. The boy in the picture wasn't handsome, he was nothing in comparison to Xavier. But there was this innocence and simplicity in him that always intrigued Valentina. Valentina caressed the pic and then hugged it. She had already made a decision. After hugging the pic for sometime, she moved it away and held the top of the picture with her hands and tore it down. She tore it until it turned into sm

I shoved the door open so hard it banged against the side of the car, and I stumbled out. Valentina got out from the passenger side, her face pale and ghost-like in the flickering orange glow of the fire. I knew she was shocked, but I couldn't even look at her. Inside me, my wolf was snarling, pacing in circles and clawing at my chest to be let loose so it could kill something.

Just like earlier Orni didn't feel good when Indrajit told her to take off her clothes. " I won't go outside," Orni answered simply and tried to stand up. Holding her forcefully Indrajit buried his head in the crook of her neck and Orni started crying. She was frightened by his behaviour which was similar to VR. The useless maids and guards continued staring at the floor lowering their heads. " Leave me, uncle. I don't want to go outside," Orni shouted and biting one of his fingers she ran upstairs with teary eyes. Indrajit ran behind her but before he could climb the stairs someone blocked his path. He felt a strong muscular hand pressing against his chest. Following the hand, he looked at

Tobin counted the visible security personnel as the SUV pulled up the main drive: four on the perimeter, two at the entrance, and at least three more visible through the ground-floor windows. They brought him through a side entrance and up a staircase to a guest wing on the second floor. The room was larger than Jude's entire apartment, furnished with heavy dark wood and a bed that could have slept three people comfortably. There was a window overlooking the rear gardens, but it was reinforced glass with a sensor strip along the frame that Tobin identified in under two seconds.

Lucrecia gently laid her head back on the pillow. "Where am I?" She asked. "Your room." "Really? What changed?" Melinda asked, trying again to sit up. She observed her surrounding, clearly, she was back to the world of Reynolds. "Your head. You have some loose nuts." Lucrecia replied, barely suppressing her laughter as Melinda's facial expression replicated the signature look of Voldermort of Harry Potter. "Yeah girl, you really hit it hard. You slumped in the bathroom. Seriously Mel, who sleeps under the shower? Well there is already an answer, why am I asking?" Lucrecia continued with a wave of her hand. She replaced the ice pack on Melinda's forehead.

I hear Mordaunt shouting orders. We reach the basement. Row of cells. Silver-lined doors. Third cell. I can smell Valentina's scent. Tom picks this lock too. Door swings open. Valentina looks up from her chains. Eyes widen. "Callum?" she whispers. "This is trap. You shouldn't be here." "I know. We're leaving anyway." I break the silver chains. My hands burn but I ignore it. Behind us, footsteps on stairs. "Company," Tom warns. "Go. Now." I help Valentina stand. She's weak from silver exposure but mobile.

My chest tightened as I watched. Then— Valentina appeared in the frame. She moved smoothly, confidently, like she always did. She picked up a drink, my drink I had her order. My heart started pounding. “No…” I whispered under my breath. I watched as she reached into her bag. And then she poured something into the drink qnw mixed it. My stomach dropped. “No…” She walked back to me and handed the drink to me. On the screen, I smiled and took it from her downing it in one gulp.

When the drum ceased and the white robes slowed to stillness, the spell shattered—and I corrected my posture. And there she was. Valentina. They had dressed her in red layers. She stood like a fragile bloom caught between smoke and fire. At first, she looked scared. Then—her chin lifted. She drank it all down in one gulp, controlled and defiant. As if daring the world to betray her again. My heart clenched. The stone basin. The water. The bones beneath it. What had she done? Why wouldn’t she listen to reason? My heart clenched again—gripped by a cold hand, as if death itself had taken hold.