Valerie Bertinelli Book Novels & Stories

She’s angry that Donovan has suddenly lost interest in sleeping with her, it didn’t come as a surprise to Valerie that she might have been the one that started the rumors about her sleeping with Donovan, to get the privilege of being his personal assistant. The girls here are crazy and totally out of their minds. The guts of her to think that if there’s anything that Donovan think of her, it’s just the part about her being another body for him on her bed. The man is engaged yet a big man whore, Valerie felt for the fiancée without knowing who she was. But she already knew whoever she is, she had to know that she isn’t the only one sharing her man.

She writes to say that the fourth book — specifically the first movement, the description of the woman who was not unhappy and did not know that not-unhappy was insufficient — saved her life in the sense that the word is never quite right for but the only word available: it gave her the understanding she needed at the moment she needed it to begin her own second life. She does not say what her second life looks like. She says only: I understood the quality of what I was not choosing. And then I chose. Valentina reads the letter twice. She writes back the same day. She writes: I am glad the book found you at the right time. The book was written from fifty years of living what it describes. Th

“I’m sorry for not dragging her back sooner. I ended up reading a little myself.” Mrs. Benson chuckled, shaking her head fondly. “That’s okay. Books will take you far if you wish to be someone important someday.” She glanced briefly at Valery, then waved at them towards the stairs. “Go freshen up and come down soon.” Margret slipped into her role effortlessly, grinning, moving with the ease of someone who had absolutely nothing on her mind. Valery lingered at the edge of the narrow hallway. Her mind was very active, overthinking. It was not about books, not about her mother not scolding her for being a little late, but about how she could possibly invent a better lie to tell her friend.

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.

The files are fragmented, but pieces are coming together. Project Sentinel. Valerio was building a case against massive internal fraud; shell companies, inflated contracts, millions siphoned off by a small group of board members and senior executives, and I helped him. I remember the late nights we spent going through documents, the way he used to pull me onto his lap when the stress got too heavy, kissing my neck and murmuring that we’d bring them all down together. < > I close my eyes, heat flooding my body even now, making my thighs press together involuntarily. God, I miss him. The real him, not this colder, sharper version they have rebuilt after the accident.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself locked in the underground storage room of the Valentino family hospital. Renato's sister stood at the door. Gritting my teeth against the pain, I crawled toward it and called for help. Sophia Valentino turned around. There was no trace of urgency on her face—only something strange in her gaze. "Ellen, don't blame Renato," she said. "He was afraid you'd go out and cause trouble, so he asked me to watch you."

My whole body shivered uncontrollably. Ian… How could he? Out there, with another woman? And so recklessly that it landed them in a hospital? The realization was like a blow to the gut. My breath hitched painfully, and I clung to the wall for support. Why did I have to find out like this—while carrying his child? Why did he have to betray me, especially today, of all days? Valentine's Day. Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain gripped my belly. I bent over, barely able to stay on my feet, while the voices around me continued unabated.

My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces. It was no wonder he had been so angry at us. It was Valentine's Day, and he was busy accompanying his first love, Mia Silvermane. Tina's call had interrupted his sweet moments with her, and that was why he lost his temper. Tina stared at the phone screen that went black and started to cry again. She climbed up next to my body and kept calling out to me. "Mommy, Mommy, don't die, please! Can you please not die? I'll be good…"

Emily said "Haha, and what are you going to do? Beat me, or better yet lock me up? Well, go ahead and do just that, who will cook the food your so called guests will eat? Anyway, I have no time to exchange words with lunatics as yourself, you see." Valentina said Emily couldn't take it anymore she rushed up to her and landed a hot resounding slap on Valentina's cheek, she didn't budge, instead she smirked and said

The breath froze in Valerie’s chest. Images flashed again— Drugo’s hands gripping hers. The tremble in his fingers. His voice, raw and strained. His weight pressing her down. Her breath trapped in her throat. Valerie’s step faltered. Julia stopped immediately. “Val?” she asked gently. “I… don’t know how to explain it,” Valerie whispered. “What happened?” “It wasn’t a normal night,” Valerie forced out. Her heartbeat pounded against her ribs. “There was a man. A VIP. He was… different.”