Valentino From Husband Hotel Novels & Stories

“On her wedding day, she was exposed for having an affair and after so many years she hasn't changed?" “Mr Moretti never took in a personal assistant before. It all makes sense that the instant she's back in the country, he hires her." Said picture is one of Valentino and I kissing on the rooftop of the hotel where he surprised me during my birthday. A smile teases the corner of my lips when I recall the way he kissed me. Like he couldn't get enough. “You are just a slut!" Ivy says, putting her hands on her hips. “You are just a form of temporary entertainment that he'll toss to the side once he's tired of your boring pussy.”

Casual. “You have a husband!” I hiss, taking a step forward. My voice is shaking, but the fury is stabilizing me. “You married Roman Vale six months ago. The hottest billionaire in the city. If you’re so desperate to fuck someone, why don’t you go screw your husband?” She exhales a cloud of smoke, her eyes glittering with cold malice.

"And as for you my boyfriend, you look so handsome." He wrapped his hands around her waist and let her out of the house. "All the ladies will be jealous of your beauty," he whispered into her ear. "And that is all thanks to you my boyfriend," she said. x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x "Wow this place is so beautiful," Whitney said admiring The great Hall of Valenda. "Yes. It is the best Hall in the country but anyways you are far more beautiful than it," he acknowledged.

A cool moonlit night. Two or three police cars ran out of nowhere to surround a luxury hotel in AL city. Comrades in police uniforms quickly surrounded one of the most luxurious rooms in the hotel. Inside, a group of people from big to small crowded together in the room. At a glance, you can take the number of people here to crush a passerby to death. Jenny lost her temper and rushed in front of Aretha. She used all her strength to slap Aretha in the face, angry.

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life.

I watched as he used those flames to reclaim the docks, lighting up the night, smiling as he said, "Once I've secured my position, I'll marry you in grand style." I thought we would last a lifetime. I never imagined our love would crumble under a few careless lies from Lina. Lina had said, "She's a merchant's daughter. What could she want besides money?" Yet, she never knew that last year, when the Valentino Family faced a financial collapse, it was I who transferred 30 million through anonymous accounts to help them survive. And just last month, when a rival family sent assassins, it was I who had my bodyguard take a bullet for him…

Julian murmured, taking a deliberate step closer until he was towering over her, "she handles this resort far better than you do. And she looks infinitely better doing it." Helen's breath hitched, her chest rising sharply at his proximity before she violently slapped his arm away. "She's a ticking time bomb," Helen spat, her voice tight with suppressed humiliation. "And you're playing a stupid, reckless game. Noah isn't blind, Julian. He's her husband, and he looks like he wants to tear your throat out every time you breathe near her." Julian's smile did not falter. If anything, it only deepened. "Is that supposed to frighten me?"

People were both jealous and amazed by the Love and attention showcased by the loving couple who could never seem to fall out of love with each other, nothing could ever come in between them , or so they thought. 🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚 “How is the preparation going”, Raphael de Vicente heir and sole owner of de Vicente holdings said to his right-hand man and best friend who was also his half-brother.

“Nah. I’m too young to settle down.” I raise a brow. “Achilles. You’re almost a hundred years old.” He corrects me smoothly. “Over a hundred.” I stare at him. “And I’m the one in love?” He shrugs, completely unbothered. Just then, I hear the soft creak of a door opening. We both turn toward the sound. Valentine steps into the kitchen, his golden hair damp, curling slightly at the ends. He’s freshly showered, a loose shirt hanging off his frame, and his sharp golden eyes lock onto me immediately.

VIOLET// AFTER leaving the room where I had left Enzo, I walked straight to the bar, not far from where my next target was and I sat down and placed an order for a drink, which I took a long sip of, while also pretending to be busy admiring the dancers dancing on the stage. "Give the lady another drink," Valentino, my next target, said to the bar man as he came over to me. "My husband won't like this," I replied, smiling. That seemed to intrigued him as he lit the cigarette in his mouth.