Vox And Valentino Novels & Stories

“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.

"Cara mia, you're doing everything." He circled her slowly, studying the gown from every angle before shaking his head in disbelief. "No..." He pointed at her tiny waist. "You are not a model." He smiled broadly. "You are more…you embody Venere tascabile." The entire team laughed. Valentina hid her blushing face behind both hands. "Oh goodness..." "I mean it," Matteo insisted. "You in that dress, it’s like a love letter on your body.” She blushed even harder.

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.

"Bella... Please listen to me... You need to hear the truth..." Valentino pleaded. He was looking weak than before. Dark circles around eyes, dull and defeated face. He was looking exhausted. "There is something which Alex doesn't want you to know..." He said and she frowned. "I have a proof..."

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.”

Let this start the new era of their families. Valentina flicked her long raven locks over her shoulder as she walked down the sidewalk with her friends, her bright green eyes taking in the people around her. But the moment she spotted him, she stopped walking and stared; the king of playboy’s and the princes of assholes, one Giovanni, known as Vinny to his friends.

In my right hand, a very expensive bottle of champagne, his favourite as well, which, I chuckled to myself, left me a little broke. I walked down the hallway of Montague tech, and then pressed the elevator button that would take me to the floor of my boyfriend's office. Today was Valentine's Day and I was going to propose to my boyfriend of three years. I know he was the one that was traditionally meant to propose to me, but he was pretty indecisive, and we had soulmate energy. Why wait any longer when we could tie the knot now? And knowing him, he'd be appreciative that I actually put my foot first, he'd say yes. We were too good together. I could feel it in my bones.

When I found one, I placed it in front of him calmly. “What is this?” “That’s a picture of me and my boyfriend. He’s the eldest son of the Valentino family from the Valentino group in New York. They should have a branch here in California.” My father paused and took a closer look at the picture. Then, he eyed me warily as he brought out his phone to g****e the Valentino family. His eyes went wide when he realized that I wasn’t lying. “How did you manage to date him?” There was pride in his voice that made me sick. Minutes ago, he was mocking me for dating an older man but he was fine with it as soon as he realized the family he came from.

My husband was a computer whiz, and he brought me along to work in Valen. Rent in Valen was steep, so we ended up in one of those chaotic, mixed-bag apartment buildings. The place was packed with edgy young girls in trendy Valenese outfits, their lips and tongues covered in piercings. They said Valen's adult entertainment industry was thriving, but after arriving, I realized it goes way beyond that. These people had turned their subculture into an art form, with every twist and challenge pushing the limits of my imagination.