Vox And Valentino Mga Nobela at Kwento

My already-broken heart immediately shattered into a million pieces. It was no wonder he had been so angry at us. It was Valentine's Day, and he was busy accompanying his first love, Mia Silvermane. Tina's call had interrupted his sweet moments with her, and that was why he lost his temper. Tina stared at the phone screen that went black and started to cry again. She climbed up next to my body and kept calling out to me. "Mommy, Mommy, don't die, please! Can you please not die? I'll be good…"

The Moral Anchor of the Fight As the "Sovereign" leader—a gaunt, "Possessive" man named Valerius—descended in a smaller transport, he was met not by an army, but by the "Human Error." Ethan stood in the middle of the steaming meadow, his "Muscular" frame braced, holding nothing but a manual sledgehammer.

"But Mr. Valentino I am just saying legally-" "And I am just saying, I really want to kill someone. Seeing your ex soon-to be-wife losing her mind isn't all rainbows and sunshines. You should stop talking if you don't want that to be that someone." Valentino turned to his Viola ignoring the wide eyed, gaping doctor. "Violà-"

Val hesitated and sat down slowly,she looked so sad massaging her arm,I wanted to help but the drama is big enough. First he asked me in the office my relationship with val Is he naturally sadist ,why is he always irritated with her being with me or is it what I am thinking,it can't be, Boss is jealous of me because of Val? impossible,there’s no way he would be attracted to Val, he never showed any interest in her. **VAL'S POV** I was sitting at the CEO's seat, everyone facing me,but I couldn't see them because he stood right in front of me intentionally as he continued to address them.

"You could say that." "Valentine's Day is hell." He says it like a fact, not a suggestion. "Worst holiday ever invented. Just manufactured pressure to prove something that shouldn't need proving." "You're not romantic then." "I was once romantic." His smile was sad. "Then I learned that romance and love are different things. Romance is just performance. Love is simply showing up when it's not pretty." I opened the door wider. I don't know why. Maybe because he's the first person all night who hasn't looked at me with pity or guilt or expectation.

That’s why the Valentino’s still haven’t finalized their deal with the Frontino’s and I didn’t care, because they’re the ones that needs us. “I am not taking Christina. I am taking Hazel. And that is final.” Victor still wasn’t having it, he raised his voice something he almost never did. He listed every reason why Hazel was beneath the Valentino name. But I stood my ground, refusing to yield even an inch. The air in the room crackled with tension, two powerful men locked in a battle of wills. Finally, Victor stopped shouting. He became quiet. Dangerous quiet. He looked at me for a long time, then spoke in a voice I rarely heard from him.

“Have a seat, Leilah.” Colby assisted me in the seat in front of this Blake guy while he took the seat beside him. There were folders on the table and Blake is drinking wine. “Leilah, this is my adoptive brother, Blake Valentino. Blake, this is my biological sister, Leilah Rivera.” Colby introduced us. Blake reached out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Rivera.” His voice is sultry and wispy. It sounded like sea waves crashing inside my ears.

“It's okay. We don't expect every man to be a God between the sheets.” As the words leave my lips, a foul taste coats the inside of my mouth. Because I know he can fuck. Everyone knows Don Alessandro Valentino can fuck. There have been articles printed in his honour by women with loose lips. Raving about how he's the best that they've ever had. The vein on his temple pulsates, showing me I've hit a nerve.

But his voice, cold and arrogant, shattered it. "Where are you? Lucy needs a necklace for a banquet. I remember you wore that custom Valentine's piece today. Bring it over quickly." A bitter laugh echoed in my chest, mingling with despair. He killed our child for Lucy Wicker, and now he wanted to take my Valentine's necklace and give it to her? "Do you even remember leaving me alone at the bridal studio?" I asked. Caught off guard, Mike paused for a moment before replying curtly, "Are you seriously holding a grudge over that? Wedding photos can be taken any time. Why are you being so petty?"

•CAMILLA• ‘Valentino’s dead?’ I shook my head, scoffed in disbelief, grabbed my cell phone, and scrolled through the internet; it was filled with RIPs on Valentino’s social media, nearly stopping my heart. “It must be a coincidence. I don’t think Santino’s responsible. He’s not a murderer. He wouldn’t have done it, not over a pink Maserati,” I muttered under my breath as I turned off the TV and went to the bathroom.