Valeria Andrews Novels & Stories

Why does it feel she was not on the right track? She paused at the door leading to Mrs Shiella's room. She could hear Fred's voice, he was still chatting with Mrs Shiella. Valeria shut her eyes and took a heavy breath. She quickly rearranged her dress and brushed her hair to sleep with her fingers. This way, she wouldn't be looking out of place. When she was finally done, she walked into the room with a smile on. "Valeria, you're back," Mrs Shiella said and quickly took her gaze at Fred who was helping her peel some mandarins. Valeria went wide when she saw Fred feeding his grandma the fruit.

I murmured, already moving toward the cell he'd indicated. Valeria sat on the narrow bench that passed for a bed, her back against the concrete wall, her knees pulled up to her chest. She was still wearing the clothes she'd been arrested in, a cute dress that looked out of place in this harsh environment. Her hair was disheveled, mascara smudged under her eyes from crying. She didn't belong here. The contrast between her beauty, her grace, everything she was, and this filthy place meant for criminals was as clear as day.

In a moment of rage, he pushed her, and that push caused serious consequences. Valerie miscarried. Due to her heart condition, the miscarriage was physically traumatic for her. She spent three days in intensive care. When I arrived at the hospital, the two of them were in the middle of a heated argument. Valerie, crying, yelled, "I ended up like this because I wanted to give you a child! How can you abandon me?"

The sound of breaking glass filled the room. At that moment, Alpha Kelly walked in. He froze in the doorway. His eyes widened at the mess. “What is going on here?” he demanded. His voice was harsh and cold. I froze too. My heart pounded in my chest. I looked at Celia. She immediately put on her pitiful act. Tears welled in her eyes. She looked at Kelly with trembling lips. “I just wanted to help Valera,” she said. Her voice shook with fake emotion. “You know she’s carrying your child, so I tried to be kind. I wanted us to have a nice dinner. But she didn’t appreciate it.”

With a deep breath, Valerie lowered herself to her knees, keeping her gaze fixed on Jared as she did. She reached out, gripping his cock once she knelt in front of him and stroked his meaty rod. When she finally dropped her gaze to his hardness, she couldn’t believe how thick and long it was. Definitely longer than Dean’s, if not as thick. Close, but not quite there. Still, it would fill her sex perfectly, she knew, and there was no way he would get her naked and not fuck her. At least, that was her hope.

Here. He clicked again. A new image covered the screen. RIVERA MODELS INTERNATIONAL – CENTRAL SERVER, NEW YORK OFFICE. Kc's heart raced. "That was Valeria's old agency." Malcolm nodded. "And the user account?" He touched. "Owned by this individual." The screen changed. Ariadne Roque – International Runway Model. A beautiful woman glared back at them—silver dress, cheekbones sharp enough to cut, ice in her eyes. "She worked with Valeria for six years," Malcolm continued. "And this—she was a finalist for the same international perfume endorsement Valaria got." He gazed upward. "She lost it. Valeria got it."

She was carrying a few sticks of firewood. Valerie! Andrew was utterly astonished. "Valerie? Why are you here?" Valerie sat down, adding a branch to the fire. "What? Are you disappointed it's me?" Andrew tried to shake his head, but the movement sent a sharp pain through his neck. He grimaced. "See, as soon as we meet, you're snappy with me. I've just escaped death. Of course, I'm happy to see you." Valerie pressed her lips together, hugging her knees as she sat by the fire. The flames cast a glow on her smooth face, making it appear flawlessly delicate.

​"Soon I will step out of the shadows, Alexander. And when I do, you will wish you had never humiliated her." ​Back in Spain, Valeria finished her meeting with Marco feeling exhausted. When he said goodbye, he gently brushed her hand. ​"Rest. Tomorrow we will continue strengthening your new life." ​Valeria went to bed early, but sleep wouldn't come. Three triplets. An enemy family. A protector with ulterior motives. A charming Italian hiding something. And a mysterious shadow watching everything from afar. ​Her new life was a chessboard where she was the most valuable piece... and the most vulnerable.

Although I was used to being around classy people like this, it didn't mean I enjoyed the stiff atmosphere and boring business conversations. “You must be Belva Moguel.” I stiffened. She didn't seem surprised at my reaction. Instead, she just smiled deeper. I tilted my head, trying to remain calm. “And who are you?” She held out a hand. “Valeria Mikhailova.” I shook her hand hesitantly. “You know me?” Valeria took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, though she only held it without actually drinking it. “I've been working at Romanov International since ten years ago.”

Behind me, I could hear Tyler moving around the horses, quietly, efficiently, and calmly. Everything about him seemed infuriatingly controlled. Valeria was already crouched beside the stream, splashing cold water over her face with the desperate focus of someone who had reached the absolute limit of her endurance. She looked up when she saw me approaching with an armful of branches. “I can’t feel my legs,” she complained. “I can feel mine,” I replied. “But I wish I couldn’t.” She nodded solemnly. “That bad?” “That bad.” She made a sound of deep agreement as we gathered enough wood for a small fire.