Valentina Reading Novels & Stories

Then I asked, "So what else do you like, Valente?" His lips twitched at the way I said his name. "I like when people don't ask me personal questions" I rolled my eyes. "Shocking" A small smirk. "I like whiskey" I lifted a brow. "That's it?" He shrugged. "I don't think about what I like" "That's sad" He tilted his head slightly. "And what about you, Juliana?" I swallowed another spoonful of ice cream. "I like books. The smell of rain. Chocolate cake or anything chocolate"

As I passed a partially open private office, a hushed voice caught my attention. ‎It was Valentina. ‎I froze against the wall, peering through the crack in the door. She was pacing the floor, holding her phone tightly to her ear. ‎"Harrington is completely clueless about our plans in Country K," Valentina whispered coldly into the receiver. "Once I get close enough to Charles again, we can execute the final takeover of his company..." ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

“Fine. But tonight, you’ll have to play nice with me.” “Valentina, you go back first.” Valentina was released, stumbling slightly as she caught her balance. Her face was pale, her lips trembling as she stammered, “But, sister—what about you?” “I’ll be fine,” Serena replied curtly. Her voice was steady, but her eyes carried a warning. “And you—better explain why you came to this kind of place alone.” Valentina averted her gaze, guilt painting her features. She bit her lip but offered no explanation. Her real reason was something she couldn’t bring herself to admit: she’d come here hoping to catch a glimpse of someone she admired. Someone named Alexander Vanderbilt.

They looked up as Valentina entered, their wide, uncertain eyes following her every move like she was a stray animal that might bite or bolt. Valentina sat down, the heavy silver chair scraping against the floor. She felt Ian’s eyes on her from the head of the table. He was ostensibly reading the morning papers, but she knew he was charting her every breath. "Eat," Ian commanded, not looking up from the financial section. "You look like a stiff breeze would snap you in half." Valentina looked at the plate of eggs a maid placed in front of her. The sight of the yellow yolks made her throat close up. She picked up a piece of dry toast, breaking off a tiny corner and chewing it slowly. It taste

Valentina. She doesn’t belong in daylight. She belongs in shadows and smoke, but there she is in her velvet blouse and that smile...sharp as glass, aimed at me. She doesn’t walk toward the counter. She walks toward us. My heart pounds. Gianna stiffens beside me, protective in her quiet way. But Valentina is already sliding into the empty chair at our table, like she’s been invited. Like she belongs. “I thought you should see it from me,” she purrs, dropping her phone onto the table. The screen is already playing. The video. That video. Dante’s hand braced against the wall, her body pressed into his, his head bent low. Damning.

Dante spoke with ruthless clarity, his every word a blade. And then the door opened. Valentina stepped inside. Every head turned. Her robe was gone, replaced with simple black trousers and a fitted blouse that belonged more to a soldier than a pawn. Her hair was tied back, her face pale but steady, her eyes sharp. For a moment, the room froze. Dante’s gaze locked on her, unreadable. “I’m coming with you,” Valentina said. Her voice wasn’t loud, but it cut through the smoke and steel like glass.

Valentina believed in environments that disarmed before words ever could. “You look tired,” Valentina said, turning from the window. “Sit. You’ve had a difficult night.” Elara didn’t sit. “I didn’t come for sympathy,” she replied. “I came for the truth.” Valentina studied her for a moment, something thoughtful passing through her eyes. Not guilt. Not fear. Calculation. “So you did,” Valentina said calmly. “That much, at least, you’ve learned.” She gestured to the chair opposite her. “Very well. Let us stop pretending.”

Valentina was more than happy knowing full well a man would always be a man Even if he claimed to love his wife so dearly, their weakness was sex. With Vivienne crazy, Valentina was certain Victor was already bored and wanted something exciting. She was here to show him how a real woman she was. Valentina stepped out of the car with a huge smile plastered on her face. Swinging the car keys in her hand. She took off her sunglasses and graced herself at the glorious skyscraper building standing tall. It was all extravagant and magnificent With graceful movements, she made her way toward the entrance. It didn't take a while before Valentina was already inside and taking an elevator to the thir

"Who dares question her? If she does, then she must be crazy." I walked to the living room, sat cross-legged on the couch, turned on the TV, and relaxed to watch his variety show. Nathan nodded satisfactorily, turned, and waved to signal Valentina to come out. She exhaled the air she had been holding and came out slowly. , sat "Ha ha ha" Valentina was so immersed in the TV show that she didn't realize her laugh was strident. "Ha ha ha." It might be too much fun; she almost forgot she's in the same house as her boss.

Maybe he hadn't needed anyone on the inside, because he'd already been watching her longer than any of us realized. The thought settled into me slowly, the way the worst ones always did. I found Valentina in the small sitting room near the library, curled into the corner of the couch with a book she wasn't reading. She looked up the moment I walked in. "Anything?" she asked. "Nothing." "Nothing meaning you haven't found them, or nothing meaning there's nothing to find?" I sat down across from her instead of answering right away. "I checked everyone with access. Guards, staff, the driver. Nothing."