Valerie Willis の小説・ストーリー

Wilson called, Aliyah turned to him, he nudged at the Tv, the volume increased. On the Tv, Valerie had just finished walking the runway. No doubt Valerie was looking beautiful, the dress, the makeup and all, Aliyah suddenly felt insecured remembering the words Justin had said that her body irritated him. A lady stood beside Valerie with a microphone, “Miss Valerie, is it true that you are engaged to Mr Justin Alward? The next CEO of Alward's Group?” She asked. With a broad smile Valerie answered “Yes, I am and sneak peak,” she uses her hand to cover her mouth as if wanting to say a secret “We are getting married soon.”

In contrast to Vivienne, who continued to manipulate public sentiment, Valerie's tears cascaded like uniform pearls, each one a testament to her anguish. She then pressed the paring knife in her hand directly against the carotid artery on her neck. "Vivienne Kerrigan, you caused me to miscarry. You even had the audacity to have journalists publish articles slandering me. I don't want to live anymore. Today, I'll use this worthless life to expose your true malice to everyone!" No one in the crowd had expected the situation to take such a drastic turn, and their hearts twitched in response. Valerie was a true professional, tears streaming down her face without pause. As she lifted her hand in

She’d barely heard two words about him since their last encounter. She hated him more than she despised the wolf-hagen society and yet he was her only available option. Valerie had made up her mind to not let any other person asides Alexei touch her, she’d vowed right from the day they had their very first sex. She walked into the house, being careful so she wouldn’t wake any one up but as usual Adira was still up and seated on the couch. “How was your run?” She asked, making Valerie jump and hold her chest in fear.

Before either of them could speak, the sharp, secure chime of the private elevator echoed through the penthouse foyer. Adrien didn't turn around. He simply narrowed his eyes, watching the private lift doors slide open to reveal a figure stepping out into the dim light someone unexpected, carrying a sealed manila folder and wearing an expression of cold, calculated ambition. It was a new face in the high stakes game: Valerie Cross, a brilliant, ruthless forensic accountant who had spent the last five years auditing corporate fraud in Geneva before quietly relocating back to the city with a personal vendetta against the Vance family. Valerie stepped out of the elevator, her sharp heels clickin

It's difficult to read him "Be careful with the bag, please". I blurted when I saw him carry it like he has a problem with it. "Can you be kind enough to help me out, I am trying here!". He fired back at me. I rolled my eyes and hesitated for a while before dragging myself to get the rest of our stuff. I am a 23 years old woman but I still act like a teenager, sometimes; overly dramatic especially when things don't go my way. Xanvier, on the other hand is 24. A top-notch interior designer with many awards.

The caption screams in bold letters: CRUZ HOLDINGS CEO'S SECRET ROMANCE: Who Is The Mystery Woman? My blood runs cold, my fingers trembling. The photo is clear. His hand is on my lower back, and my face tilts up toward his. I drop the magazine as if it has burned me. "Oh my God," I whisper. "Zara." I look up, and Valerio is standing in the doorway of his office. His expression is unreadable, but I can see the storm beneath the surface. "Come in," he says. I walk into his office on shaking legs. The moment I step inside, he closes the door and draws the blinds, the click of the remote loud in the silence.

"Valerie... Consigliere Vance! We... we were just discussing the operational terms…" "You were discussing your execution, Callaway," Valerie purred softly, stopping ten feet from the wooden table. Her voice was smooth, velvety, and laced with absolute, terrifying frost. She pulled off her left leather glove, revealing the polished black diamond crest of the Vance Matriarch and the silver signet ring of the Rossi Consigliere.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

I walked into the kitchen to find Valerie already dishing up. “And here you go!” She called out placing a hot dish of waffles and strawberries in front of me. They were coupled with an insanely thick hot chocolate and an omelet. She added cakes with black coffee just for the fun of it and sat across me. “Plans for the day? Or you are staying in?” She asked taking a bite of the soft waffles. I watched the way she licked her lips and how neatly she chewed. This woman, if only I wasn’t cuffed up on someone else, maybe I would give her a chance. Valerie was a very beautiful, young and strong willed woman I could ever come across. She knew where she stood with everyone and never overstepped her b

"Ms. Weir, I admit I didn't handle things well this time, but it won't happen again. I'd like to see Nyla. Could you please step aside?" "I'm sorry, but it seems she doesn't want to see you. You should just leave," Valarie declared. Damon's face darkened. "Ms. Weir, you should know that if I insist on entering this room, you can't stop me." Valarie gave a cold laugh. "Oh? Trying to use your position as the CEO of Prospectus Technology to intimidate me? But you're mistaken—I'm not one of your employees, and I'm not afraid of you!"