Novelas y relatos de Valentino From Husband Hotel

“Really? But I clearly remember calling my husband for help three days ago. It was around 11 PM, and you were the one who answered.” Eira remained calm, blinking innocently. “My dear sister, I met your husband at the club. He was drunk because I accidentally showed him the photo of the man who carried you.” She paused, glancing at Riven. “Right, brother-in-law?” Riven nodded. “Right. I saw the picture of the man who carried you to his car. You looked so comfortable in his arms. How could you do this to me, Astrid?” His voice was filled with disappointment.

It was February 14th and The Grand Ballroom of The Valentino Grand Hotel was decorated with red and white ribbons and balloons floating in the air. The room looked like a sea of crimson and gold, a cathedral of wealth built to honor the day. Of course! It’s Valentine’s Day… the very day Julian Valentino loathed with every fiber of his being. But to the elites of Manhattan and the hotel's stake holders,it was a night of pure romance, while to Julian, it was a reminder of a betrayal that had turned his heart into ice.

She’d practically dragged me from the steam room, her excitement infectious, or perhaps just overwhelming. Mount Devon Hot Springs. The name itself sounded peaceful, and the reality lived up to it. The resort was nestled in a valley, surrounded by snow-capped peaks that loomed majestically against a crisp blue sky. Even the cold seemed to hold a certain charm here. The private soak Laura had managed to book for us was meant to be the pinnacle of relaxation, a chance to truly unwind after the whirlwind of the wedding and the discreet media frenzy that followed.

“Outside the city? Abandoned storehouse? What is she doing there for God’s sake?” A call immediately came in as I was speaking to Santiago. “Who is this?” “You want to see your wife alive? That would cost you thirty billion dollars.” “Who do you think I am? Mr beast? What made you think I have that kind fucking of money?” “Ohh, don’t play dumb Mr Vandercage, we both know you have enough to take care of your wife, with that little amount gone, you wouldn’t even notice it.” “Don’t hurt my wife. You don’t know who you’re messing with.”

Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world. It's Sunday today, and we're going on a trip to Paris for our honeymoon. I can't wait to get there and explore there with my beloved husband. I have never been out of New York before, so this is going to be my first trip out of here. How was I supposed to afford a trip out of the country when I could barely feed myself, let alone take care of my upkeep?

Emma Lawson had always believed that trust was the strongest part of a marriage. Not passion. Not promises. Trust. For seven years, she had trusted Daniel Hart with everything she had. Her heart. Her dreams. Her future. And tonight, she was planning a surprise to celebrate their seventh wedding anniversary. The thought made her smile as she stepped out of the elevator and walked into the penthouse she shared with her husband. The city lights glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting golden reflections across the marble floor.

ADRIAN'S P.O.V. “Our goal is to purchase and take over the Hamilton Hotel, which is currently ranked as number five for the best hospitality in the United States of America, and make it number one here in New York City and consequently one of the top ten global companies in the next five years.” said Drake Montgomery, Vice President of the Valentino Group of Companies; an empire that my father, Alfredo Valentino, my grandfather, and my great grandfather built and grew with their sweat and blood, and which I now, as their descendant, would inherit and was working my way through with my own sweat and blood as well.

I opened my mouth eagerly, moaning around his thick length as he pushed deeper. Valentino watched for a moment, stroking his own cock, before he leaned down and whispered filthy promises in my ear. “Look at you, taking your husbands so well. Such a good little wife. Tonight we’re going to fill every hole until you’re dripping with us.” The words made me clench hard around Lorenzo’s fingers. He groaned, curling them against that perfect spot inside me until I was writhing.

"I've never been further west than Pennsylvania. This is….it's beautiful in a completely artificial way." "Wait until you see the hotel." Dante stood, offering his hand to help her up. His custom Italian suit was slightly rumpled from the five-hour flight, making him look almost approachable instead of his usual intimidating perfection. "The Valentino Grand opening is tomorrow night. Five hundred guests, every major player in the hospitality industry. We need to be perfect." "We're always perfect," Isabella said, taking his hand. The familiar electricity sparked between them at the contact, making her breath catch. Five months of marriage and she still reacted to his touch like a teenager wi

, Valerie thought as she hugged Mary back. "What the fuck is going on here", Valentino's voice echoed causing them to separate. "As you can see, I'm just having a conversation with your soon-to-be wife", Mary said with a smile. "I've said this before and I'll say it again, there's no way I'm going to marry her", he said referring to Valerie. Valerie scoffed.."like I want to get married to you either", she said inwardly. "I'm going to marry Mariana", Valentino said loudly.