When The Valenti Princess Came Home Novels & Stories

How can Valencia, tortured for the past two years, suddenly accept that her life is more complicated than she thought? Daniel, who saw Valencia's flat expression due to shock, was a little worried. He knew Alexa, aka Valencia, was a woman who could not easily show herself in public. She is pretty reclusive and unjust even though she is a noble princess and the fiancé of a prince. Daniel let out a rough sigh before explaining the truth. Moreover, the fierce woman beside Valencia, who continued to corner him, made Daniel extra patient.

His voice carried through the hall, smooth and absolute. “My daughter has fire,” he said, pride radiating from every syllable. “The same fire that built this empire, the same fire that will keep it alive when I am gone.” The men cheered again, raising their glasses high. Cruz leaned down, his lips brushing Valentina’s ear, his words for her alone. “And soon, princess, you’ll see it. You’ll feel it. That blood inside you…it already knows where you belong.” Her smile didn’t falter, dazzling the court like a mask of flame. But her nails bit crescents into her palm. Because she knew where she belonged. And it wasn’t here.

“I think we let them off too easy. The fact that asshole dared to come back and harass you—he clearly hasn’t learned his lesson. And I really didn’t like the way they walked away after treating my Princess like crap.” Even after everything we’d been through—after everything we’d done—he could still make my heart skip a beat with just a few words and a whisper at my ear. I smiled and looped my arms around his neck, leaning in close. “Do whatever you want. I don’t care about them anymore.” Tristan kissed the back of my hand, gave me that lazy, wicked grin of his, and then turned to leave. He was gone for maybe fifteen minutes. When he returned, there was no trace of Evan or Viola anywhere outs

His eyes flickered over the trio standing before him. He leaned his forearms against the dark desk. "What happened at the mall?" The second King Valerius asked the question, Princess Jennifer launched into her grievance before anyone else could breathe. She painted a dramatic tale of a predatory ambush, claiming she had been peacefully examining boutique perfumes when these undisciplined palace scullery maids had stalked her, hurled unprovoked slurs at her royal bloodline, and launched a coordinated, vicious assault. When she had finished her theatrical account, King Valerius shifted his gaze to Genevieve. "Is this an accurate account of what transpired?"

"But I know who I am now. And I know who Carmela is. She built her kingdom on stolen blood and murdered lives. But tomorrow, we don't just go back to Florence to survive." Valentina took a slow, deep breath, her hands steadying as she laid her mother's birth record back down on the topographical map of the Ricci estate, right over the central courtyard. "We go back to claim what is mine," Valentina declared. "Yes. You are the Don's Secret Heir." I said finally

The last one is full… blah blah blah, I hate Valeria, blah blah blah… Entry Two: The night of the mate festival… I’m going to be a princess! A prince asked me to be his mate. Well… a bastard prince, but it’s a start. I told him not to mark me yet, insisting we should court properly, but that’s only a ruse. My real plan is to meet his brothers—the legitimate princes. One of them will be easy enough to charm, and then I’ll secure a higher seat as princess. At least, that’s what Mother says. And the funniest part of the night is that Valeria got rejected!

That didn't matter to me anymore, though, as I had already witnessed his cruelty—crossing his fingers while making our vows before the priest and leaving me to die in the freezing rain on our wedding day. Marcello furrowed his brow, his voice trembling slightly as he asked, "What's the matter, Valentina? Are you upset with me? I didn't visit you in the hospital over the past few days because—" "You were occupied with the long-lost Principessa of the Sabato famiglia, right?" I cut Marcello off before I turned to Viviana and said, "You must be Viviana." Viviana trembled and bowed her head further. "You have nothing to be afraid of, Viviana," Marcello said, instinctively putting her behind his

“What did you say?” “I have had it with you and the way you’ve been treating me. I saved you from an arrow, and instead of being grateful, you have the nerve to hit me? So should I have left you to be killed?” “What insolence!” The Princess raised her palm. Ariana flinched, eyes shutting as she braced herself for the hit. “That’s quite enough, Ariana.” King Myde’s voice cut through the tension as he entered the tent, with Kaleb right behind him.

She knew this would hit a nerve. “Yes, Mom,” she greeted. “Tina. How are you, my girl?” Valentina chuckled bitterly. “How do you think I am, Mom? Living as a mistress to our enemy.” “Tina, please stop,” Nikita Barbieri pleaded. “Please stop!” The sob that escaped her mother clenched Valentina’s heart. She knew she was deliberately hurting her mother, but it was necessary. Necessary for her prestige. She wouldn’t be Liam’s slave forever. Her father was dead, but that didn’t change the fact that she was the princess of this house. Of the Italian clan.

She finally understood what it felt like to truly miss somebody so much that your life can't go on. It was the same Security Officer who had gotten out of the mob earlier. " Your Highness we believe that the person who burnt down your store is one of your guests. It seems this reality show didn't happen by chance. The King and Queen have been manipulated my Princess." He explained hoping not to anger The Princess with the news. " Do you have any suspects?" Katie asked as she moved toward the Officer. It would go a long way to being with Samantha if her innocence could finally be proven!