Novel & Cerita Valentino From Husband Hotel

“He said it was an apology for calling him a smart-mouth during the meeting we had yesterday.” “So, you’re not his secret lover then?” “I have a husband. But no. I’m not. “We found his phone, and we found text messages on it. We are not allowed to disclose the details.” “What happened in the hotel yesterday?” “We were having dinner. My husband came in. Asked that I came home with him. We had a fight earlier so I refused. Valentine interrupted and Magnus punched him in the face. That was it. We went straight home.” “Hmm so your husband made no threats?”

The bedroom door wasn't even fully closed. One push, and there they were. Her husband and her sister, tangled in the sheets of the bed Valentina had picked out when they'd first married. James's back was to her, but she could see Melanie's face, eyes closed in pleasure. Valentina stood there for five seconds. Ten. Neither noticed her. She backed away, silent as she'd come.

Valentina didn’t hesitate. She stepped forward, her smile sharp as glass, and drove the heel of her red stiletto into his throat. The room gasped as he choked, hands clawing at his neck, crimson spreading down his shirt. He collapsed to the marble floor, writhing once before going still. Silence thundered. Every eye was fixed on her. Valentina lifted her chin, steady as steel, her heel slick with blood. “My husband,” she said, her voice clear, sharp, carrying across the hall, “is not my master. He’s my partner. And anyone who doubts it can join him on the floor.”

A far cry from my Chicago apartment where I'd— Where I'd died. My gaze locked on a wedding photo beside the bed. The bride was stunning - raven hair, steel-gray eyes, classic Italian beauty. Valentina Salvatore. The man beside her towered over her, darkness and power radiating from his mere image. Nicolas Salvatore. My new husband. "Focus," I commanded myself, using Valentina's voice. "You have two hundred days." The master bathroom was a monument to luxury. Everything arranged with military precision - labeled skincare products, coordinated towels, designer everything. I stared at my reflection. No, *her* reflection.

"Husband? Are you serious right now, Lucas?" "Tell me one thing in this marriage that looks like a marriage." "And as for being out all night," I shrugged, deliberately casual. "I don't mind telling you. I'm sleeping with someone." "Sleeping with someone?" He repeated it low, as if he wanted to grind the words between his teeth. I met his eyes without flinching. "That's right. You get to spend your life pining after Seraphina, and I'm not allowed to go find love of my own? Seraphina's back. Sign the divorce papers. Clear the way."

"Mr. Montague is expecting you." Everything inside gleamed of wealth, and I swallowed. I've never been around so many expensive things before. The elevator required a key card to reach the penthouse. The doorman swiped it for me and the doors closed. I stared at my reflection in the mirrored walls of the elevator. I looked exhausted from all the back and forth I had with Flynn on my I*******m. I had set out to block him from all social media platforms, but I couldn't text him again,and that's how we ended up tearing at each other. It hurt so bad, I loved him unequivocally for three years. My makeup was smudged from crying. My hair was a mess. I was about to move in with a billionaire looking

The caption reads: “Spotted at tonight’s gala: Leonard Sinclair and the stunning Clara Davidson. Power couple goals?” A gala? With her? While I'm sitted here waiting for him, for us to celebrate his birthday together with a good news. I stop breathing for a second as I reread the line captions. He didn't say anything about any gala. I thought he chose me. And judge when I thought I've finally won my husband over again, my heart comes crashing back down to the ground. He chose her again. Before I know it, tears start flooding my eyes. My hands tremble as I proceed to read through the comments below.

He dropped his phone, having seen enough. "I didn't want you to know." His phone beeped with a notification as he saw another video of me on xvideo.com. "Please honey, this was my past and I don't want it to affect my present." My mind raced on thoughts; Who is doing this? Who wants to ruin my marriage? This video is from the hotel I normally have sex. Am so foolish to not have known that the hotel has hidden cameras. "Did your parents know you're a whore?" He asked in anger.

I pulled my phone out to order food delivery. “Regardless, I’m not serving you.” Charles gritted his teeth in fury. He pointed a finger at my nose and snapped, “Fine! Just wait until we get home. I’ll let Mom and Dad know! What is the use of marrying a wife like you?!” He stomped off to wait in line for food after saying that. Once Charles was gone, Michelle immediately dropped her act. “Yvonne, is this really necessary?” she asked in a snide tone.

Krishika revealed her real identity to the manager but the manager gave her a befitting reply," You will be a princess anywhere but your rudeness will not work in this hotel. Insolent Girl." Seeing the manager talking like this with Krishika, Abhay said while coming down the stairs," You are expecting manners from my wife but where is your own manners?Do you have the manners to talk to women?" " Your wife started. First this girl started misbehaving, I have shown her her worth.And anyway, when you both don't get along with each other as husband and wife, then why did you come for honeymoon. Take care of your wife first. She came to me asking for another room for herself and when I refused sh