Valerie Bertinelli Novels & Stories

As they entertained one aristocrat after another, she knew she never felt so far from Finrod until today. Yes, he had been grumpy and annoying but she would’ve preferred that than him being silent and stalking away as if he didn’t know her. “I’ll just excuse myself.” Margarette was going away but Ellaine stopped her. “Where are you going?” “I want to observe the Virsathen up close.” “I’m coming with you.” Ellaine glanced at Yntreia. She was in Caeruleus’ arms again, asleep. “Are you coming with us?” She asked him instead.

The woman gazing back at her was not the demure, abused kid Sebastian had sought to break. She was Valeria Jayne—the catwalk diva. And she was there. At her side, Manager Kim jittered with her earpiece, watching Valeria in the mirror. "You sure this is a good idea?" she dared, her voice taking on a concerned tone. "You can still back out." Valeria braced her shoulders, determination set in the line of her jaw. "No." Her response was adamant. "I need this." Kim groaned and shook her head. "You're gutsy, I'll give you credit."

“LetRed me page three, lemme know what's been going on so far.” Georgia flipped to page three. “As you know Valentina married Lucas Caruso in November,” she said, matter-of-fact. “No public announcement before, and just private ceremony with no family invited. She moved into Bellavista Hills shortly after. Valentina is currently involved in a campaign for children’s healthcare as an ambassador of the Vescari foundation but she was put on a paid leave few weeks ago after a scandal Alecia was involved in. Aisha, the current sitting CEO on seat asked me personally if you would attend the upcoming screening event, she sent an official invite yesterday.”

The interview lasted only five minutes, making the rest of us shoot confused looks at each other when the lady came back out with a neutral expression and we couldn't tell whether or not she had a chance at getting the job. "He'd like to see the next person now." She informed us before leaving the floor. As we were summoned one after the other, I could feel the rate of my heartbeat increasing. Some of their interviews lasted ten minutes, some didn't even get to three minutes. It got me curious about what kind of a man Mr. Valentino was and what he wanted in an assistant. When my turn finally came, I could already feel my palms getting sweaty. I rubbed them on my skirt, then checked to see if

Valentina said "Valentina what are you saying? Do you know what you are talking about? That would mean little Annabelle wouldn't have been born." "... look I am not in the mood, I am going to train." "It's late Val, you need to rest." "I will rest when the bodies of the perpetrators are lying beneath my feet, I will rest when Dylan is found." Valentina said and walked away "Don't shut me out." Ryan called out after her "I am not doing any of that. You are my mate aren't you?" Valentina said and walked away to the training room She wanted to train so as to forget the incident that happened six years ago, Ryan followed her and said

Everyone was celebrating the happy couple. And then the front door burst open. A woman stepped inside. She was tall and elegant, dressed in a sharp navy pantsuit. Her dark hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail. Her eyes were sharp and focused. She carried a leather briefcase in one hand. The room went completely silent. Gabriella's smile vanished instantly. Her face went pale. Her hands started trembling. "Valerie," she breathed. "What are you doing here?" Valerie Rossi smiled coldly. "Hello, Gabriella. It's been a long time. Last I saw you, you were trying to destroy my career. Remember?"

A socialite widow with an eye for arranging marriages that benefitted dynasties. And her live-in maid was the one woman Valerio hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since the funeral. Bianca Moretti. She was 24, maybe 25. All legs and long chestnut hair braided down her spine, with the softest lips he’d ever seen parting into an embarrassed laugh every time she dropped a glass or got caught humming while she worked. She wasn’t polished like the marble statues littering the villa gardens. She was raw. Human. Too damn real.

Mia said, “but the metadata traces back to De Mure’s PR pipeline. Sloppy for her.” Valerie’s smile was cold and razor-thin. “She wanted to be seen.” “Yes.” “Good,” Valerie said. “Then she’ll be ready when I return the favor.” She ended the call and set the phone down carefully, deliberately, as if sudden movement might fracture something volatile inside her. "Larissa De Mure." Not the woman who broke them, but a woman who had watched it happen, and had never forgiven Sebastian for never loving her the way he’d loved Valerie.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

“You should see what Valerie’s wearing.” Ariah rolls her eyes. “You’re surprised?” “You’d think I’d be used to it by now,” Nate carries on. “But she never fails to shock everyone.” “How bad is it?” Celeste asks. “You know that rapper whose wife always wears skin-toned outfits that barely cover her boobs and butt?” Nate prompts. “The one who doesn’t wear shoes?” Celeste’s face scrunches up. “Wolfgang South? Isn’t his wife’s name Betty Sensory-something?”