Valeria Cod Novels & Stories

I came here to clear my head, not recruit-but hell, maybe fate just handed me the perfect candidate. "When you're homeless, jobless, and broke, your only currency tends to be word of mouth," she chuckles dryly. "I'm Valeria, by the way. Val for short." Shit. "Forgive my manners. I'm Dante Romano." Valeria nods but doesn't say anything. I study her for any hint of surprise and conclude she's either new in town or good at masking her emotions. "You've got a beautiful name, Valeria," I say, testing it.

Liam is already chattering at the breakfast table, telling me about a dream where he rode an elevator all the way to the top of the tall glass building. I listen with a smile that doesn’t reach my eyes, helping him with his shoes before dropping him off. Every mile I drive toward Cruz Holdings feels like another step deeper into quicksand. Valerio is getting closer, and I can feel it in the way he looks at me now; not just with hunger, but with genuine confusion. Like pieces were shifting inside him, and he’s trying to make sense of it. When I reach my desk, the floor is already busy. Valerio is in his office on a video call, but his eyes flick to me the moment I sit down. He gives a small n

Before dawn broke over the city, everyone inside Sterling Holdings knew that someone outside the company had discovered the existence of Candidate Four. The only person who remained completely unaware... Was the woman who had once answered to the name Valeria Cole. She slept peacefully, never imagining that by morning, the walls carefully built around her past had begun to crack.

A month ago, it had been, "He's an animal in bed, Ria. I can't walk straight for hours. The things he can do with that mouth... you wouldn't believe it." Liora's stories weren't just gossips; they became a plan that planted itself in Valeria's mind, growing into a troubling obsession. Valeria worked as Raymond's secretary, a position she had landed mainly due to her ties with his fiancée, Liora. This connection weighed heavily on her, filling her with guilt, and it placed her perfectly in hell: directly outside his office, separated only by a glass door.

I reached out and held her hand, my voice sincere. Valerie froze, eyes wide with shock. "Austin, did you even understand what I just said?" "I did," I replied, my tone unusually understanding. "I know how much Mrs. Dyer means to you. Without her, you wouldn't have come to this college, and we'd have never met. We owe her everything." My earnest words seemed to lower Valerie's guard. She hesitated, then continued, "I'm glad you understand. Don't worry, Eugene and I have agreed to do this through IVF. We would never betray you.

Ariel’s face went pale, her hand gripping her lipstick tightly. "Julian Vane is a lot of things," Valeria continued, her voice dropping to a dangerous, quiet calm. "But he has never belonged to anyone. Not five years ago, and definitely not to a girl who has to threaten reporters just to keep his attention. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a story to write. And trust me... you don't want to be the main character in it." Valeria walked toward the door, her white heels clicking confidently against the tile floor. She grabbed the handle, her hand perfectly steady, before she paused and looked back at the furious woman in the mirror.

Instead, she tilted her head, a calculated smirk tugging at her lips. “No problem at all,” she murmured. “I’m just curious. You don’t usually bother yourself with insignificant women.” Pedro’s jaw twitched slightly, though his face remained unreadable. Valeria was an expert at getting under people’s skin. She thrived on control, on power, on being the one to dictate the game. She leaned in closer. “So tell me, mi amor,” she purred, voice as soft as velvet. “What is so special about her?”

“Just call me Ares.” “Ares, well, I've been eating the food available to me, and sleeping where it's comfortable for me.” “Do you want to talk about it?” Valeria nodded. “Well, I got to this country a few months ago, and I've been sleeping in an abandoned vehicle.” Ares’ eyes widened. “The pay from Dan’s restaurant isn't much, so I eat what I can afford.” Valeria should be in her late 20s, and she had already gone through stress, he wondered what happened before she came to Singapore.

Every small movement against the ruined sheets sent sparks shooting through her overstimulated body. She should have locked the door. She should have cast every protective ward she knew. Instead, she picked up her phone with trembling fingers and sent another message. This time to Valeria. Valeria was different from Lena, taller, colder, a renowned rope artist and sadist who ran exclusive private sessions for the city’s most powerful women. She and Giselle had clashed many times, always with Giselle coming out on top. Valeria had never hidden her desire to one day see the arrogant witch on her knees.

“Another Vale. Someone we don’t know about.” Two Hours Later, Underground Archive, Safe House Selene worked fast, decrypting one file after another. The room glowed with green code and red alarms. “This is it,” she whispered. “Evelyn kept logs, scans, documents, AI-linked health reports.” Julian leaned in. “What are we looking at?” Selene tapped twice, and a medical record appeared. Subject: Valeria Vale Status: Female. Age: 21. Location: Classified. Project: CHIMERA.