Valentina Reading Novels & Stories

My whole body shivered uncontrollably. Ian… How could he? Out there, with another woman? And so recklessly that it landed them in a hospital? The realization was like a blow to the gut. My breath hitched painfully, and I clung to the wall for support. Why did I have to find out like this—while carrying his child? Why did he have to betray me, especially today, of all days? Valentine's Day. Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain gripped my belly. I bent over, barely able to stay on my feet, while the voices around me continued unabated.

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?!

“What do you mean?” “See for yourself. And stay safe out there,” he said quietly, ending the call before she could demand answers. Thalia sat there in the heavy silence for a few minutes, staring at the blank screen, debating whether to go back to sleep or not. “What is going on?” Driven by pure curiosity, she unlocked her phone and opened I*******m. The very first post at the top of her feed stopped the air right in her throat. BREAKING NEWS: THE HOLY BILLIONAIRE’ JULIAN VALENTINO WAS SPOTTED LAST NIGHT OUTSIDE THE ELITE GIRLS LOUNGE!… Is Our Pure Tycoon Finally Slipping?

Appearances mattered. Elena arrived on Adrian’s arm. Calm. Composed. Regal in a way that didn’t beg for attention it commanded it. Valentina was already there. Dressed in deep red again. Waiting. She didn’t approach immediately. She waited until the room was watching, until Adrian stepped away briefly into conversation. Then she moved. “You’re handling this better than I expected,” Valentina said softly as she approached Elena. “Disappointed?” Elena replied, voice smooth. “A little.”

Just as I reached for the handle, I turned back. "Are we still going to talk about Dorla? Or was this help enough to satisfy your curiosity?" Valentina leaned back against her desk, crossing her legs, the slit in her pencil skirt opening just enough to show a hint of lace. She picked up the pen she had been playing with earlier and tapped it against her chin. "Let’s just say I’ve developed a sudden interest in personal tutoring," she said, her voice dropping an octave. "And since you’re so eager to assist... I expect you back here tomorrow at the same time. We have a lot of... material to cover."

She pushed the thoughts aside, pushing herself to focus on Jared and his needs. Valentina curled up on the couch with her Dad’s phone in hand, dialling Evelyn’s number. She waited anxiously as the phone rang, her heart fluttering with anticipation. “Hey, Emilio!” Evelyn’s cheerful voice greeted her as she answered the phone. “Hi, Evelyn! It’s me Valentina!” Valentina replied, her voice bubbling with excitement. “I wanted to talk to you before bed. I missed you today.” Evelyn’s heart warmed at Valentina’s words. “I missed you too, sweetheart. It feels like forever since I saw you this morning.”

"Valentina. Darren." Elijah didn't answer right away, which was its own kind of answer. Elijah always had something to say. When he paused, it meant the thing he had to say required arranging first. "Valentina is the dangerous one," he said finally. "Composed, doesn't waste movement, doesn't waste words. She's been trained the way we were trained — maybe by different people, different methods, but the shape of it is the same. She watches hands more than faces. She watched yours."

"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.

The father of the love of my life only this time, he didn't do it on purpose cancelling my to do list of putting Valentina's father through a slow torture. I didn't need to ask him why he thought she was the one just after seeing her, I knew why. Valentina is the exact replica of her late mother except for the mole above her lips. "I don't believe you!” I hissed at him, shaky and suddenly angry that I had one more person to contend with for the love of Valentina. "I…" “If you were a fucking father…” I began, slowly rising to my feet, the ringing in my ear increasing. “… you would have been more concerned with saving her than…” I drawled out before shaking my head and walking out of the bar w

The one I had never bothered to know. Mason nudged the file toward me. "Open it." My fingers suddenly felt clumsy. Ridiculous. I negotiated billion-dollar deals without blinking. Yet a manila envelope had me nervous. I broke the seal. The first page contained a school photograph. Valentina. Younger. Maybe twelve. Hard to tell as she had always been so tiny. Her burgundy curls were in two braids. Her smile smaller. More cautious. And Jesus Christ...She looked so thin. I frowned. Mason noticed immediately. "What is it?" I turned the file toward him. His expression darkened instantly. "What the hell? She’s like skin and bones."