Valerie Bertinelli Book Novels & Stories

VALERIE I and Arlene exchanged glances and I pleaded with her silently to say nothing to Bianca. She slipped her hands off my shoulders and turned around, smiling innocently. "You came right on time, Bianca," Arlene admonished and my head bobbed up. "What is going on?" She asked. Arlene turned and grinned at me before facing Bianca again. "Valerie is going to Buenos Aires for recuperation," Arlene said and Bianca's eyes widened in astonishment.

Valerie pov . When I finally got home my mother and bethel were no back yet , So I quickly went Into the kitchen to prepare dinner for everyone ,but I was lost in deep thoughts ,I Really don't know what happened to Eric .He promised to wait for me but I really don't know why all of a sudden he wanted s*x badly . I kept murmuring words to my self . Just then bethel walked in . " Val what's the matter " I was lost in thought that I didn't hear when she called out to me she tapped my shoulder .

Valerie begged desperately, "Austin, please stop saying hurtful things. I know I was wrong before, and I've apologized. What more do you want? Aren't you here because you still love me?" I shook my head. "I stopped loving you long ago. I'm only here to see how things turned out for you." "I don't believe you," said Valerie, her face turning pale. "If you didn't love me, why did you agree to let me have a test-tube baby with Eugene? If you didn't love me, why did you arrange such a professional medical team for me, taking such good care of me and..." Halfway through her sentence, Valerie had an epiphany. She looked at me in disbelief. "You did this on purpose. You deliberately found that medi

Beside me, Valeria leaned her head against the headrest, her dark eyes fixed on the passing shadows outside the window. I sat with my laptop resting unopened on my lap. For the first time in four years, I wasn't reading financial reports or answering late-night emails from overseas directors. I couldn't concentrate. My mind kept looping back to the ballroom—to the way she had walked down the grand staircase in that striking green dress, looking like a stranger I desperately wanted to know. I remembered the old man accidentally calling her Serena, and the way her face had drained of color before she smoothed her features into that quiet, distant mask. I remembered Eleanor’s sharp, mocking voi

She's what I like to refer to as the dangerous ones: confident, mysterious, and show stealers. "Desperate times call for spontaneous actions. You, of all people, should know," she tosses her hair off her shoulder. Her gaze travels down my chest to my crotch, and her eyes light up with excitement. Brat. "You always this bold, Valeria?" I murmur, mirroring her gesture. My eyes hover around her chest. When we talk about perfect tits, we're talking about Valeria's. Perky. Full. Begging to be touched. Two hardened peaks strain against her thin dress, and all I can think about is how they'll taste. Valeria's legs are pressed tight, color rising up her neck. The feeling is mutual, then.

“But you look like you need it right now.” I stared at the box, blinking. “What is it?” “Open it and find out.” I slowly pulled the string loose, my fingers still cold. Beneath the paper was a beautiful leather-bound journal, deep mahogany with soft gold etching. The pet name she gave me- Valerie was carved delicately across the cover in a script I recognized from a store we'd passed once, one I had stared at too long. How did she even notice that? My throat tightened. The journal smelled like old libraries and quiet mornings, like a place my thoughts could finally belong again. It felt too heartwarming.

ELENA The moment the gate of Valeria’s mansion closed behind me, I knew my fate had been sealed. The place was too quiet, too clean. The kind of silence that swallowed sound and left you all alone with your thoughts. I felt like I had been dropped in a different world, a world where rules bent for one woman, and that woman’s name was Valeria Moretti.

Valarie saw me spiraling and quickly placed her hand on mine, grounding me. "I don’t believe that’s the whole reason," she said quietly. "There could be more behind her choices. But even if she had her reasons—" "I don’t care," I cut her off, my voice low and cold. "Whatever her reasons were... she failed as a mother." A brief silence passed before Valarie nodded. "Seems like you harbor resentment. And that’s... perfectly fine." She stood and moved to another section of the library. This time, she picked up a smaller book—one bound in dark red. As soon as she placed it on the table, its pages began to flip on their own, stopping at one that glowed faintly.

He gave me a pat on the back as he opened the door for me. Typical gent. I walked to my desk a little nervous, my mind replaying the incident in his office all over. "Why was he being nice to me?" "Does he think I am gay?" " Is he gay?". I kept on asking myself till I blindly bumped into a lady and her books fell. "I am so sorry" I mumbled, and I bent down to help her. After standing to my feet, I helped her up. "I am so sorry m-i-ss..." I trailed off

"Good, you're awake. Want to watch Mr. Bellandi smash what's left of his life?" I looked at him. "What did you do?" "Nothing dramatic. I just put the truth in front of him." Nico sat beside the bed, his smile faint. "No one hurts the Valenti princess and walks off without paying the bill." The screen on the wall lit up with security footage from the villa living room. Investigators had temporarily released Matteo to retrieve documents. He walked in and found Vivian sitting on the carpet with Lark, luxury shopping bags piled around them. In the trash lay torn pieces of a photo of me.