Valentino From Husband Hotel Novels & Stories

Layla said, nodding her head in satisfaction. "That's about enough Chase fucking Sinclair talk to last me the year. Let's talk about something else." Sofia said, ending the line of that conversation. "Talk about something like what?" I asked. "Let us talk about the fact that Danielle here mentioned that Adrian Valentino has a very luxurious yacht that even she, his wife, knew nothing about." Sofia said. "In my defence, I don't know anything else about that man, except for the fact that he is a Valentino, he is the most powerful man in New York City, and he is my husband who I did and do not want to be married to." I said.

It had completely faded when Davy was in the picture, but now I could see life pulsing from there. I turned to my husband, his face bright like a diamond in the dark, and my lips pulled apart, smiling. There was no way I was forgetting this memory ever. “I love you, Anna Walton.” He said with so much sincerity that my heart squeezed. “I love you, Hale Davy Walton.” Resting my head on his shoulder, I closed my eyes, inhaling his scent whilst praying to whoever was up there watching us that he would make this marriage last.

She made being married to Mr Snotty a little bit bearable. THE CHANDELIERS in the room seemed to shine brighter this evening. Adrian and I followed after the waiter who led us to a table. We were having dinner at the Valentino family restaurant again. I was not complaining though, as I was totally lovestruck with the restaurant's interior decor, the great customer service, and the delicious food. The waiter, gentleman that he was, pulled back a chair for me to sit on and excused himself. My mannerless husband did not act bothered by the fact that another man had been chivalrous with his wife. He sat at the table and went through the menu.

“You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?” Hearing her concern, I froze for a moment. Marco really did have an overwhelming possessiveness toward me. We grew up together. The Vitale family was always busy with mafia affairs, and the previous Don raised Marco by his side. However, no matter how chaotic things got, Marco always made time to see me. As I was a light sleeper by nature, he searched the entire world for bedding, personally testing everything just to

Whispers exploded through the crowd as we walked toward the entrance, my hand firm on her lower back, right above where I knew the toy was destroying her composure. Inside the brightly lit grand room, crystal chandeliers sparkled and the orchestra played. The Rossi family waited near the center like vultures. Valentino, Adriana’s father, stood with his wife, Cassandra, and Vaelina who looked shabby in that red gown. As soon as Valentino spotted us, his face twisted with rage. I could tell Vaelina had really kept to her promise of informing him. “How dare you show your face here?” Valentino snarled, his voice carrying across the room. “After the shame you brought this family. After abandoning

Valentino was beside me in a second as his hand came to hold me for support around the waist as his free hand dialed a number on his phone. “She's in labor now. We're at the Eiffel Tower!”. He hung up and placed his phone back in his pocket. “You're okay now. You'll be fine, honey. “Who was that, Victoria? Is it Susan?” Suddenly a car pulled up at the curb where we stood before Alessandro sprinted out of the car in his black suit and ran towards us. “That wasn't Susan. That was your husband”. He said before shaking hands and sharing a hug with Valentino.

Tears freely flowed from her eyes. The door banged open. Revealing a shirtless man. He has long, dark purple hair, a sharp jaw, emerald eyes, and dark skin. Xia looked at him. She saw the man she longed to have in her life. This man is her husband. Ren Liu Wang is a great doctor and owner of first-class hospitals all over the country. The man is ten years her senior. Even though her attitude towards him was not favorable, the man continued to favor her.

"Who is your husband?" Jessica lifted her head even higher, her expression containing the smugness of a winner. "You don't even know who my husband is? And you dare pretend to be the owner of the hotel? Listen carefully. My husband is the CEO of Lambert Group, Ian Lambert!"

He slowly sat up and fixed his hawk-like gaze on me. A few seconds later, he chuckled. "Deal." He got up, walked past Lorenzo, and headed straight to me. Then, he held my hand up and kissed the back of it like a gentleman. "Beautiful Signora, your talent delights me." Lorenzo's face turned green with jealousy. He pulled me behind him, looking rather on guard. "Valentino, she's my wife." Valentino stood up straight. His gaze instantly darkened. He looked at Lorenzo with condescension and said, "What a pity. If you don't know how to cherish her, she'll leave you sooner or later."

Valentine smelled her anger and excused to cut the call. Lauren gulped the one shot in one go. “What happened, Lauren?” Valentina asked once she cut the call and turned her attention to her best friend. Lauren flashed her angry gaze. “What happened? You don’t know what happened? Your dear brother had taken his dear wife to the honeymoon in Switzerland. And you didn’t even tell me?”