Valerie Bertinelli Book Novels & Stories

My younger sister Lia is dead. Everyone is convinced that I was an accomplice who helped her murderer take her life. Because I was the only person who knew the killer’s identity. Yet I chose to protect that person, keeping the truth buried and refusing to reveal it. My mother knelt at my feet, crying and begging me to tell her the killer’s name. But I merely turned my face away, expressionless, and refused to say a single word. The members of the family called me a sinner. They smashed down the iron door of my cell and stormed inside, intending to punish me themselves. Later, I was locked in the underground prison. Day after day of interrogation, torture, and confinement slowly consumed my b

Valerie walked slowly between the shelves. Most books contained handwritten notes rather than printed text. Personal journals. Research diaries. Letters. Lives. She reached toward one volume before stopping herself. "May I?" Evelyn smiled gently. "They've been waiting." Valerie opened the nearest journal. The first page contained a simple sentence. Memory is a witness. It is not always the truth. She stared at the words. They echoed everything she had begun experiencing. Evelyn joined her beside the shelf. "The greatest mistake we made wasn't creating the Core."

Valorie stopped before she opened the bathroom door to summon the other wives from the bar, she’d left to follow Julie. “Think about the title of A.K. Crusader’s first novel, Blackmailing the Wedding Planner. I wrote the book already, and no one caught on.” Julie couldn’t help the little giggle as she watched Valorie’s face. “Don’t you think that’s funny? Well, now, I need to leave. Have a nice evening.” Julie tried to move past Valorie, but she blocked the door.

Melissa persisted, "You know you can speak plainly with me, right? Tell me the title, and I'll help you look for the book. Come home with me later." Everything went as planned, and Valerie set foot in Melissa's home. That afternoon, Valerie followed Melissa into Bennett's car. Melissa made sure to behave herself, and sure enough, Bennett never lectured her during the ride home. She was right about being compliant. Once at home, Melissa led Valerie to her bedroom upstairs, hand in hand. Kneeling on the floor, she pulled a paper bag from under her bed. It was filled with novels she had purchased. However, Valerie grabbed a book titled "Monetary Economics" from the bookshelf nearby.

I confessed, and took her hand. She looked down at our clasped hands confusingly, but I was thankful she didn’t pull away. I heard Dante clear his throat when I mentioned mine getting close to Bernard, but I ignored him, focusing on one of the first friends I made in the house. “So, you’re claiming that you stabbed me in the back because you’re a private detective on an undercover mission?” Charlotte repeated like she didn’t believe a word I’d told her. “That’s exactly what happened, Charlotte,” I answered, then showed her the laptop in my hands. “This is Valerie’s laptop. There is evidence on here that she and Bernard kidnap women and drug some of them so that the sponsors can date rape the

I found her nervous behind me, this is her first time as a model so I know she would be nervous considering her being camera shy at the party red carpet. I so wanted to hold her hand and tell her she can do it but she hates me. I am sure the only reason she was doing this was because my secretary pleaded with her to. "Nervous?" I spoke to her. She said nothing, I felt like a coward. "On ten counts. Ms Valerie, can you give us five different romantic poses with your partner,let's go!” Selena instructed. Val shifted stiffly to me , avoiding my eyes like a plague then smiled awkwardly at the camera aware of my gaze at her.

Her hourglass figure was accentuated in a skin-tight red dress and cinched black corset, reminding me just how plain I actually was in comparison to the women that surrounded Elias. Her red eyes, which were studying the area around her, stopped the minute she spotted me. At first, her beautiful face held confusion, but soon it shifted to irritation as she began making her way over to where I stood. Bracing myself, I tried to keep my nerves calm as the woman stopped in front of me, running her eyes along my body until they finally came to rest on my neck. "Are you Valerie?" she asked. "I am." I responded carefully, wondering why she knew my name. "May I ask how you know me?"

What is she planning? Another knock on my door startled me. This time I don't want to open. I checked the peephole and I saw its that child services lady. I cringed. She knocked again and again. "She's in there!" Bernadette assured the woman. "Miss Balotelli, don't make me bring the police! Open up right now!" What did the damn neighbor tell them? I opened the door. She handed me a warrant and i had no choice but to get out of the way. She looked around the apartment. "Where are you from?"

Dressed like she was meeting an old lover instead of a man who wanted her dead. “She’s alone,” one guard said. “No,” Bain corrected. “She’s never alone.” He walked down himself. When the gates opened, Valeria stepped in like she belonged there. She didn’t flinch at the weapons aimed her way. Didn’t glance at the cameras tracking her. Her eyes were locked on Bain. “I thought we could talk,” she said, voice velvety, dangerous. “Like old times.” Bain didn’t move. “You murdered my men. Trafficked children. You think we’re going to talk?”

“You don’t have a choice. Damien’s playing you, Val. He’s painting you as the villain so he can step in as the savior. You can’t let him win.” Valeria’s throat tightened. “And if the board turns against me? If I lose Cortez Industries—” “Then you fight harder,” Elena cut in sharply. “You didn’t claw your way this far to let a man like Damien bury you. You’re smarter than him. Use it.” But as Elena spoke, Valeria’s gaze fell to her daughter’s small backpack by the door. School books. A stuffed bunny peeking out of the zipper. Innocence, untouched by the cruelty outside.