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Then, the next moment, she extended her hand, inviting Arianna to introduce herself. "Allow me, I'm Valerie Annastasia. The woman whose boyfriend you stole," Valerie said with emphasis and sarcasm. "Nice to meet you here. I'm Arianna Grey. The legal wife of Samuel Walters," Arianna replied with a very wide smile. Regardless of Valerie's recent comment, it made Valerie immediately glare at her in displeasure.

"Here, it's just you and me." Valerie put some music on her phone and turned back to Antonio, her eyes shimmering with a mix of mischief and affection. "Let's forget everything else," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the music. Taking a deep breath, Valerie let the rhythm take over. She started swaying slowly, each movement a whisper of silk against air as her body found the soul of the melody. Her arms lifted gracefully above her head as if conducting the flames in their dance within the fireplace. The light caught her features, highlighting her cheekbones and igniting sparks in her green eyes.

Valerie got off the bed and walked slowly towards the door of the room, which she knew very well was Lusi's room. As she was about to reach for the doorknob, the door immediately opened, followed by Daren, who emerged from there. Valerie fell back on the floor because she remembered what happened to her before she fainted. There is a vampire who wants to harm her. And Daren? Daren is a wolf. The man turned into a wolf right before her eyes.

“As if you’re searching for someone else in my face.” The words landed between them like a blow. Valerie’s eyes shimmered, not with tears but with a sharp kind of awareness, a woman trying to draw boundaries. Damien leaned forward, his voicelow. “Because maybe I am.” Her lips parted, a whisper caught in her throat. For a heartbeat, Damien swore he saw recognition flash in her gaze. But then she blinked, the shutters slammed down, and Valerie pushed back her chair. “I am not your ghost,” she said firmly. “Whatever you’re looking for, you won’t find it here.”

Neither acknowledges the flock of Harpies watching them. They're pleased to realise they didn't waste their sister's life, that they too feel the sting of losing a comrade. Their only regret is they hadn't been the ones to deliver the final blow. Oh well, as hard as it is for them to face, the Qusayr will always be superior. If Jaxson lost his mate to their hands, well-... they'd have much more losses. Grayson stands over Valerie's dead figure, his sad eyes boring at her. As a demon, he can sense her soul no longer lives within her. It makes him sad to admit; she's actually dead. He knew from the very first moment he smelled her that she was different.

she said, trying to remember who she was. “Who could that be?” he asked, still not interested in the conversation. “Black hair, brown eyes, a little on the short side in height. She had a few too many bandages on her.” Damien's eyes darkened, as soon as he knew who she was referring to. He clenched his jaw and his hands until they turned white. It was very visible that that wasn't a topic he was willing to have, not now or ever, but Elle, being a little on the dumb side, didn't read the signs.

This was of them. ‘’Madam, he had such hopes but it was voted out. Danny wants the Grey Empire which he dreamt of building to be owned solely by the Greys so he could control most of everything and better make decisions and not just be driven by the drive to earn dividends like the shareholder.

What was she doing showing up here in the middle of the night? Damon spoke with a scowl. "Ms. Weir, if you're sick, I can call the psych ward for—" Before he could finish, Valarie slapped him across the face and glared at him. "Damon, I don't know how you got your memory back, but you're not innocent when it comes to Nyla's death. How dare you find someone who looks like her, keep her by your side, and even let her use Nyla's name?!" she demanded.

CHAPTER 34 VALERIE'S POV I froze at the sight of a man's shadow running into hiding. What the hell was that? "What happened? why do you look like you just saw a ghost" Stephano asked. "Did you really not see that?" I asked quizzically.

|VALERI’s POV| After spending the whole day waiting for Grey to reply to my message so that I could get over the over-familiarity/ me trying to tolerate the two-faced bitch who has been trying to get into my good graces by showing me around the house, giving me movie recommendations for kick-ass heroines and even going as far as watching the movie with me instead of giving me breathing space and leaving me alone. I didn’t know how to react around her, especially when I could see through her façade of niceness, so I had to put her to good use by asking her to recommend movies for me because I am still new to this scheming and manipulation lifestyle.