Valeria Garza Novels & Stories

Twenty years have passed since then and just look at Magdalena! The young, naive, inexperienced, wild girl has become a real woman. But leaving our biased opinions aside, do you remember where we left Magdalena? After committing some of the most terrible crimes imaginable, she left her homeland, Bostana, and made her way to a small European country known for its medical innovations. There, her daughter underwent several highly successful operations and her face was completely reconstructed. Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past.

Sage's body was full of scars. Valeria was in a good mood because she was going to remove the cast. She decided to call her best friend, Zara Gray, to tell her the good news. Since she got injured, Zara had never visited her even once. She took her phone and dialed Zara Gray's phone number, but it went straight to voicemail. Zara had turned her back on her, and it hurt. Valeria had been there for Zara in difficult times. She loved her more than she ever loved her late sister, Valencia.

"Here, ma'am. You'll need to change your clothes. Liam's men could be closing in on us, and we can't afford to take any chances." Valeria nodded, her fingers trembling as she accepted the bag. She retreated to a nearby restroom, her pulse pounding in her ears as she hastily changed into the spare clothes provided. ‘Goodness! My life has never been easy.’ The fabric felt foreign against her skin, a stark reminder of the life she had left behind.

She nodded and sent him a thankful smile, then he was gone. Zy turned to the woman who had been married to a ruthless criminal. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but Valeria wasn’t it. She looked painfully young and she was barely over five feet tall. She had ridiculously long lashes, big brown eyes, a slight cleft to her delicate chin, and a wary expression that seemed permanently etched on her face. “Hola.” He nodded her way. “Hola.” She bounced her fussing son in her arms to quiet him and sent Zy a suspicious glance.

" --------------------------- -Flashback- "Alexander, where's Franklin?" Young Alexander stared at the woman with the caliber of a queen, walking towards him. Violet Zaragoza, a young woman who was born in Catalona,Spain. She arrived in Jericho, California with a palace-like house already waiting for her. Franklin automatically noticed her, as well as Alexander.

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.”

I was having a rage rant, but I couldn't help it, I was just so fucking tired, so damn tired of the stares, the whispers, and people constantly walking on egg shells around me My chair scraped across the tiles as I stood "Do you know that they whisper about me? They stare and whisper as I walk past them, I once heard someone ask "isn't she the one who almost unalived herself?" "What? who said that?" My mum asked "what does it matter? Even in church that's meant to be judgement free, they gossip when they see me, I try to pretend like I can't feel them staring at me, I swear even the priests stare at me and gossip, what is wrong with me? Do I have a problem?"

"I heard of a visitor today...would you mind telling me her name?" "That is confidential information, you should know that." Valeria replied, concentrating on what she was writing. "I really need to confirm something, I am a staff. Am I not?" She asked hoping to get a positive answer. "Her name is Dana Hamilton, and she is from Hamilton's enterprise." Valeria said, "Is that all you want to know, or do you want to bombard me with more questions?" "That is all I want to know...thank you." She said and left the office. Valeria sighed and looked up from her paper. She knew that Dana was Clara's mother because it was very clear from the looks of the woman. Clara looked more like her mother than h

he spun around and flipped a page, revealing the face that had all of us spitting fire. "Meet Azalea Valero, aka Susan Thornton, the previous First Lady of the United States. Azalea is Caius's niece. Favorite niece to be exact, and she's the one who's been cleaning Caius's mess for all these years. Hence we never found any dirt on him." "So what the hell do they want now?" Aunt Val asked with a small sniffle.

Valerie was said to be a tour guide and Garry the best tacos seller. “ Did you let him trap you with Tacos?”. I asked the question every-time I teased. Valerie was more than Garry’s wife , she was my guide mother allocated to me by papa. Valerie’s hug was almost nerve breaking like her husband’s. Valerie and Garry sat across each other having an inaudible conversation. “She is beautiful” Valerie’s approval was something I prayed for since I embarked on the trip back to buggy tacos. Valerie is one good character judge, giving the reason she hated Sophia.