Vox And Valentino Novels & Stories

, Valerie thought as she hugged Mary back. "What the fuck is going on here", Valentino's voice echoed causing them to separate. "As you can see, I'm just having a conversation with your soon-to-be wife", Mary said with a smile. "I've said this before and I'll say it again, there's no way I'm going to marry her", he said referring to Valerie. Valerie scoffed.."like I want to get married to you either", she said inwardly. "I'm going to marry Mariana", Valentino said loudly.

After discussing their meeting with Aryan for tomorrow morning, Valentino immediately departed using his identity as Calvin Miller. In fact, he was more comfortable using his identity as Aditya Putra than Calvin Miller. Because as Calvin, he just showed his true face and sometimes he still felt anxious if someone in his past recognized him. And actually, this was actually quite risky considering that Valentino used to know quite a lot of people around his father, including people who were Rosa's subordinates. He was afraid that someone would recognize his real face.

“Not because he said it—but because my whole body knows it.” I barely caught my breath before the door slammed open. Valentino. My body jolted. Instinct kicked in—I grabbed the sheet. Vittorio didn’t let me. “Don’t,” he growled, pulling it back. I gasped. “Are you serious—?” “He’s seen worse,” Vittorio muttered. “Let him talk.” Valentino stood there like a walking sin—tall, inked, shirtless, hair a mess. The tattoos on his chest looked like smoke curling down his ribs. His eyes found me—and stayed.

before Gio interupted him. "I called him. I wanted to have my two favorite people over for dinner. Now Valentine, open the wine please. Adira sir cara, and while I serve you can tell us about your next gallery showing. That is soon, no?" Gio said settling down the lasagna and picking up the salad bowl. I took my seat like usual while Valentine opened the wine and poured it. I was trying not to glace at him but it was difficult. He looked good, wearing lightwash jeans and a black tshirt that stretched across his chest nicely. I watched the way his muscles flexed under his skin as he poured the wine and I wished he was pouring something stronger.

My friend better get some good dirt on Valerie. Thirty minutes later, my phone lights up indicating a new text message. I checked it to see it had a video attachment too. The caption read… 'I think she was already a bit tipsy so it wasn't hard to get her to do it! check out the video, I believe that would be enough for you. right?' I clicked on the video to see Valerie grinding on a strange man, she looked like she was having fun too. Stephano's going to be pissed. Stephano was quite popular and reporters would be glad to get news on him.

"Perfect. Arnulfo thinks he's won because Vito distracted me. But he has no idea what's coming. Valentine is his weakness. And once she's in my hands, he'll do whatever I want. Greg hesitated for a moment. “Boss, Vito’s men are still on high alert in the city. If they get wind of this—” “They won’t,” Victoria snapped, her eyes blazing. “This isn’t about Vito anymore. This is personal. I’ll take everything Arnulfo cares about, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left of him but regret.” Greg nodded and left the room, barking orders to the team. Victoria picked up Valentine's photograph, her fingernails digging into the corners. Her eyes burned with a mix of hatred and obsession. "Enjoy your

Valentino chuckled softly, "I'm a hacker, Ruslan. Just give me a moment." Ruslan certainly didn't forget that, but he just never thought that his Master could still do it. The reason was, he's been in a coma for a long time. Ruslan could only wait, while Valentino starts dancing ten fingers his parents on the laptop, "Yes," Valentino said, surprising Ruslan because it was too sudden. Valentino also wrote on a piece of paper the address where Vesa lived during the live broadcast. He then handed the paper to Ruslan.

His hair was brushed back, his jaw clean, his dark eyes finding me instantly. And God, he looked like a fallen angel. Even Elena Dubois, the event planner of billionaires and royalty flown in from Paris, paused immediately when she saw him, pressing a hand over her heart dramatically. “Oh my God,” she whispered to Giulia, “no one told me the Devil of Milan was this handsome.” Valentino’s lips curved into a soft smirk as he walked toward me. “Can I see my wife for a moment?” he asked, glancing at Elena. Elena clapped her hands, her French accent thick as she teased, “Ah, Don Romano, I know you cannot resist, but we have a schedule! However… for you, two minutes.”