Valerie Bertinelli Book Novels & Stories

--- An hour later, Valentina was sitting alone in the library. The photograph was open on her laptop. She had enlarged it. She had studied every detail. The building behind them. The date. The clothes. The expressions. Everything. She opened another window and searched the date written beneath the photograph. Nothing useful. She tried the name. Bianca Moretti. Several results appeared. Most were old society articles. Charity events. Business galas. Family announcements. Then she saw it. Her fingers froze above the keyboard. An old article. MORETTI-DE LUCA ENGAGEMENT ANNOUNCED

my I*******m account was bombarded. There were people who still thought I was the wife of Gabriel Moretti. And as such, I wondered if they even had a television at home. Everyone knows I stopped being a Moretti a while ago. I am now the one and only Ms. Rebecca Harrington of the Valentine Conglomerate. What the hell is going on? But then, I started seeing comments in the sections of some posts. “It could only be Rebecca. We all know how much she hated Gabriel. She’s the only one who would’ve done it.” That stung, even though I knew it was baseless.

She listened, nodding at the right spots, but I saw the way her eyes kept moving over him while he talked. Valeria came down next, book already in her hand. She climbed onto her stool and started reading while eating her cereal. The kitchen filled up with normal morning noise, Aiden’s excited rambling, the clink of spoons, the toaster popping again. It should’ve felt perfect. It mostly did.

It would mean one less complication, one less variable to manage, one less person I had to worry about protecting. But something about it felt wrong. Valerie Newton wasn't a quitter. She was stubborn, determined, reckless enough to follow me into a war zone for the chance to get her money back. The woman who'd stood up to me in that church, who'd demanded to come to Italy despite knowing the dangers, wouldn't just sneak away in the middle of the night. Unless... Could Valerie have heard us? Could she have been listening when I told Vivian that she'd be gone after we dealt with Michael?

She said as her brows raised. Valerian immediately went to her directly and wrapped his arms onto her waist as he buries his face on her neck to hide the embarrassment that he felt right now. "No, ofcourse not. You're the only woman whom I love and I want, nothing else. It's just that I'm embarrassed to tell you about that book. I'm not cheating, I swear." She chuckles as she tap his half naked back, "I know, I know. I'm just kidding... So, how did you obtain a book like this?"She said referring to the red book.

Valerie arrived at the college early so she could stop by Holbert’s office and apologize for missing their book date on Monday night. She wore a knee-length skirt and a button-down top with the first couple of buttons open, exposing her creamy globes. With any luck, it would be enough for him to get a sneak peek and forgive her, and she wouldn’t need to do anything else to appease the old man. As much as Damien, Nick, and Ivy thought this would be a feather in her cap she could use later for something she needed, it still gave her the shivers just thinking about it. Holbert Warren was a perverted old man, and not in the way Damien was. No. If the rumors were true, the president of the colleg

a familiar voice purred sweetly in my ear her soft warm tongue against the lobe,licking it. I replaced the bottle to the low glass table and angled my head to look at the striking red head who seductively sat down,her short dress riding up, flimsy, white lace panties exposed. Victoria Steinberg the woman whom I nicknamed Flame as a result of her Ginger coloured hair, like a flame the popular Bad Magazine model whom I had dated in the past. However even now, we still hooked up from time to time, despite the fact that I detested her leech like attitude.

Betty said, “You are not happy, but everyone was on your side” Valery said, and she took the glass cup, and she pour all the juice on Betty's head” “Come on, stop It, I'm not In a mood to play” Betty said, and she smiles, “Do you think I've come here to play with you” Valery said, “I'm here to put end to your life” and she carries pillows, and she wanted to suffocate Betty, but she struggles to pushed Valery away, and she managed to run to the doorstep, and when Betty wanted to opened the door, Valery took the flower jar, and she hits It on Betty's head, and she took another dining chair, and hits It on Betty's head until she collapsed, and Valery draw her to the washroom, and she closed the

" That is not healthy so I thought we could share mine." Valeria picked up a tissue from the box at her right to dab off the crumbs off her lips. " Thank you but I think I will pass " In truth, Valeria was not interested in making friends at the company. She only had a limited time to carry out her task before she could leave plus after everything she went through in City B in general did not water the idea of trusting anyone, she now knew that books should never be judged by their cover.

“You noticed the wine before anyone else.” Her lips curved into a faint smile, her eyes fixed on her reflection in the window. “I notice many things. Occupational hazard.” His gaze slid to her, sharp as a blade. “How?” Valentina let out a soft laugh, brittle as glass. “What do you want, Dante? A detailed history of my palate? Maybe I should publish a guide: Poisons and Perfumes, by Valentina Moretti.” For a heartbeat, silence again. Then his hand flexed against his thigh, the faintest crack in composure. “This isn’t a joke.”