Valerie Bertinelli Novels & Stories

she asked without turning. “Dario Valenti. Ex-special forces. Quiet. Deadly. Loyal… so far.” “He’ll be dead before he blinks. Anyone else?” “There’s a woman—his new consigliere. No one knows her name. Doesn’t speak in public. But when she whispers… men disappear.” Victoria smirked, sipping the whiskey. “I admire women who keep their mouths shut and their knives sharp.” A long silence passed. The only sound was the low hum of the jet engines.

Zhilux’ Valerie recalls a familiar name and a voice calling to her head when she was in a restaurant with Ellen a week ago, just before the incidents occurred and she awoke in an unfamiliar place. She was deafeningly quiet as she stared blankly into space, attempting to collect all of the mysteries from her mind. Valerie is seen by the lady in her forties, Betty, and she swiftly finishes bathing her. “Your Majesty, let us go choose out your outfit.” Valerie shook her head and agreed to Betty's request. She wrapped herself in a clean towel as Betty dried Valerie's hair before wrapping it in another clean towel.

She looked stunning, professional, and completely captivating. But she wasn't alone. She was standing right next to Shawn Sterling. The two of them seemed to be practicing for a live segment. Valeria was holding her Daily Blitz microphone, carefully rehearsing some of her interview questions, and Shawn was smiling warmly, happily answering the questions to help her prepare. They were standing quite close, looking exactly like a sweet, harmonious couple from afar.

Valerie didn't spare her parents a second glance as she walked past them into her office. She moved straight to her desk, her expression blank and composed. "Send them in," she told Melissa once she was settled behind her desk. "And have security on standby." As Gilbert and Bertha entered her sanctuary, Valerie studied them with cold detachment. Time had not been kind to either of them. Gilbert looked withered, probably due to too much drinking. His skin was sagged and loose around the neck. Bertha had aged even worse - her dyed blonde hair scanty and thinning, her face lined with deep creases and wrinkles.

The old woman asked and Valerie shook her head in refusal. "I like this one, let's go" she didn't care of which clothes she goes out with, she only needed to take a walk. When they were ready, she left with grandma Riri. In the BT cartel, Martin was sitting in his office and working on his computer when his phone beeped. He looked to see a picture of Valerie in her thick sweater outside. He began starting at how pretty looked even though her smile in the picture was really fake, she looked so pleasant to admire.

I wore a simple pink dress that hung just a little below my knee and Valerie looked like a runway model. The music pulsed through the floor, some remix of an early 2000s hit with a bassline that could knock out your ribs. Lights flashed and every other person seemed to be holding a red cup like it was a birthright. Valerie leaned closer suddenly, her eyes locked on someone across the room. “Oh my God,” she breathed. “That’s Veronica Matt.” “Who?” I asked, but she was already slipping into the crowd, moving like a heat-seeking missile.

"It's me! Jessica! The apartment on 4th street... the letters... I called you every single day! I worked three jobs for your tuition! Davis, you’re alive because of my—" Before the word kidney could leave my mouth, a heavy hand grabbed my shoulder, violently wrenching me backward. "How pathetic," a sharp, venomous voice sneered. Valerie stepped forward to the edge of the stage, her emerald silk gown rustling elegantly. Her perfect, manicured features were contorted into an expression of utter disgust as she looked down at me. "A filthy, low-class waitress trying to climb into a billionaire's bed by fabricating a past? Do you honestly think a man like Davis would ever look at a disgusting cre

And then, the countdown. Three. Two. One. The red light blinked on. Valerie turned to the camera. “Good evening. Tonight, we bring you a story of betrayal, loss, and resilience. Elena Darlington has lived in silence for years after a public scandal nearly destroyed her life. For the first time, she joins us to share her truth. Elena, welcome.” I inhaled slowly. This was it. “Thank you, Valerie.” “Let’s begin at the beginning,” she said, folding her hands in her lap. “Tell us about your relationship with Jason Sinclair.”

C18 – KISS AND LESSON They both turned. A woman stood at the entrance. Slender, in a tight red dress that left little to the imagination. She had dark hair and smiled as if she knew every one of Eros's secrets. "Hello, Valentina. Good to see you," Eros said in a casual tone, placing a hand on Lucy's waist. Valentina Taylor was a trafficker. Known in the underworld for moving weapons, diamonds, and dirty favors to the highest bidder. She'd had a brief romance with Eros in the past—but it ended when she, in a moment of weakness, confessed she'd fallen in love with him.

The woman in her thirties smiled politely, hanging on my every word. "I'll need shoes too, black preferably.." I paused, distracted by the clicking of a woman's heels on the flooring. I looked around and found myself unable to say another word once I saw who the woman in heels was. Jamie Harris! Fuck!! Not now!! Of all people to walk through this lobby today, it had to be her. I wasn't prepared to see her yet. I've had a long time to think about how I wanted our first conversation to go,but I was jet lagged and my brain wasn't working. I haven't shaved in months.