Valerie Bertinelli Novels & Stories

I started. “Beth!” A new voice. Female. Expensive. We both turned. She was standing in the doorway. Tall. Blonde. Dress probably cost more than my life. Valeria D’Souza. Her eyes went from Adrian, to me, to the security footage still frozen on the screen. To my hand, still pressed against my stomach. Her smile died. “And who is this?” Valeria asked, but she was only looking at Adrian. Her voice was ice. “Your office seems to have a lot of… female visitors lately.”

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?”

He squeezed Allen hand when he saw him turn out of the corner of his eye, signalling him to stay quiet. "Of course, Sebestian, Allen, I wouldn't miss the wedding of the century now would I?" Valeria said haughtily. She heard the question in Sebestian voice and couldn't stop her eyes from sliding to the left to her mate. "I assume you have met my mate? The European representative for the fairy council, Ray" she said, holding her head up high at her mate's prestigious position, if she had to be mated to B-Class, at least he was important and in a position of power.

Valerie lifted her hand in a calming gesture she’d practiced a hundred times in front of a mirror. “Alright, alright,” she said sweetly. “We’ll take a few questions.” Immediately, questions flooded in. “Mrs. Valerie, did your husband cheat on you?” “Who is the woman in the video?” “Was she pregnant with Mr. Astor’s child before?” “Are you filing for divorce?” Valerie didn’t blink. She smiled warmly, leaning forward just slightly. “The woman is a very close family friend,” she said gently. “We care about her deeply.”

“ Come back here ! We will clean it later . Now , you should explain the situation . “ said Valeria . “ You really are too found of gossips . “ said Antonio a bit annoyed . “ If the gossip involves the scary billionaire called Damian Wright , who wouldn’t become interested in gossips . You who are a bookworm will never understand what I am talking about . Come on ! Tell me , everything . “ said Valeria . Antonio gulped a little then started to tell Valeria everything . The more Valeria heard , the more interested she became in the subject . “ I can’t believe it . Antonio , you truly hit a jackpot . So tell me , how was his body ? “ said Valeria waiting for some spicy information . “ He has a

She didn’t just look like the star of the show, she was the star of the show. And to think that this was my banquet. Wow. Cassandra’s lips curled into a knowing smile as she gestured toward the woman, “Nyx, allow me to introduce my eldest daughter, Valeria Moretti Caprienne.” Valeria’s eyes flickered to me, and for a split second, I could see the way she sized me up, as if already determining my worth in whatever twisted game the Morettis were playing. I forced a smile, meeting her gaze with equal intensity, “Valeria.” I acknowledged, my voice smooth, “I can see where you get your presence from.”

What a life. "Valentina?" Stopping in the doorway, Valentina turned to Elizabeth, a haughty brow flexed. Beth slowly slipped her hands into the pocket of her sweats, her eyes running down her elegant frame. With a pearl necklace draped around her neck and its pendant sitting just above the centre of breasts that were masked by a chic, dark purple silk top with thin straps, tucked into tan, crêpe pants, and her toes covered in black kitten heels, the same black shade as her Fendi bag, she was the definition of gorgeous classiness and style.

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.

If he had a choice, he wouldn't let her do that. As they walked to the top where she'd be suspended from, they didn't notice a sneaky figure not far away, wearing a wide smile as if she had achieved the biggest of her goals in life. Valerie sat in her silent living room and watched the live footage of the shooting. This was V&Ms largest project of the year, they were even doing it only for the sake of it, but all stocks had been booked out from what there was of the Red Gold series, and Cynthia didn't even realise how much of a blessìng she was being.

Who- Valerie's eyes widened as she remembered the woman who stood in front of her, flexing her tan skin, "Scarlett?" "Took you long enough," Scar replied mockingly, Valerie looked behind her to see the woman that she had been kissing, and she could honestly not believe her eyes. Talking about betrayal, this was the scandal of the year. "You are dating your dead husband's mother?" Valerie scowled unbelievably. Shamefully, Scarlett chuckled and nodded her head, motioning for Alan's mom, with her index finger to come. Valerie turned around once more to have a look at her. There was Henrietta Carson, striding towards her, wearing a bikini that showed the many stretch marks and flaps on her thigh