When The Valenti Princess Came Home Novels & Stories

Mia Valisteen. Ray’s stepdaughter, the so-called “Valisteen Princess.” She didn’t belong in his world, not really. I could see it in the way she carried herself, always looking over her shoulder, as if she didn’t trust the ground beneath her feet. I didn’t know why I kept watching her, but I couldn’t look away. Maybe it was curiosity, or maybe it was something darker—a reminder of how Ray took everything from me while building a new life for himself. But she wasn’t my enemy. Not yet anyway.

“Because I am breaking up with him. He is nothing but a cheater who doesn’t know how to be satisfied with one woman! I think no woman deserves someone like him!” Everyone cheered with her. And that was also the point she gave a side eye towards Anthoine before she leaves the cafe with all of the people booing Anthoine. This happening was a phenomenal trend. Everyone all over the world is starting to talk about it. And when Princess Catalina came home, I hugged her tight because I was just so proud of her.

She rubbed her face with a backhand. “A soldier from King Othello…” She answered with heavy tone. Valentino shifted his eyes from the mature woman to the princess. “Who’s King Othello?” Celestine scoffed. “My uncle…my father’s step brother, Princess Oonagh’s father.” Valentino sighed. “May I see it…?” he pointed at the letter in Celestine’s hand. Celestine nodded. “It is about the increased amount of tax for the Hermosa Catolina castle…” she paused. She exhaled and ended with handing the notification letter to Valentino.

June placed her delicate hand on his forearm, and together, they walked down the grand corridor. As they descended the marble staircase, Roman immediately sat up straight on the couch, his eyes lighting up. Stiven and Clara turned around, their faces softening completely at the sight of their two children walking side by side. Julian guided June straight past the living area and into the massive, glittering dinner hall, where a feast fit for royalty was laid out. Two days remained until the world found out the princess was back—and the Valli brothers were ready to burn anyone who dared to stand in her way.

"Good, you're awake. Want to watch Mr. Bellandi smash what's left of his life?" I looked at him. "What did you do?" "Nothing dramatic. I just put the truth in front of him." Nico sat beside the bed, his smile faint. "No one hurts the Valenti princess and walks off without paying the bill." The screen on the wall lit up with security footage from the villa living room. Investigators had temporarily released Matteo to retrieve documents. He walked in and found Vivian sitting on the carpet with Lark, luxury shopping bags piled around them. In the trash lay torn pieces of a photo of me.

I cursed him off in my head. “Oh,” the princess said, her eyes darting from Demetrio to me and back to Demetrio. Demetrio cleared his throat, “Valentina this is my stepsister Cellie. Cellie, this is Valentina.” That was it? I wasn't getting any more information on who she was? A friend? A cousin? An ex? Not even a last name? I hoped to God my irritation wasn't showing. Valentina also seemed to be miffed by the lazy introduction but she was smart enough to mask it immediately. Her eyes trained on me and I wondered if they were actually staring me down or I was just imagining it.

The Rossi safe house was unusually quiet. Even as the Rossi men moved from room to room, packing ammunition into crates and loading rifles into vehicles. Some spoke in hushed voices. Others avoided speaking altogether. The news they had brought back from the Valenti estate had shaken everyone. Don Lorenzo Valenti had fallen. Luca had seized the throne. And now, the entire balance of the underworld had shifted overnight. Valeria Rossi walked briskly down the corridor toward her father's study. She knocked once.

On the night of Lovers' Eve, war beacons blazed along the frontier. The enemy pressed toward the border, and Avington Pass hung on the brink of collapse. I, Russ Denton, wrote through the night, sending an urgent letter to the capital to beg my wife for reinforcements. She was Clarisse Kaylock, the Princess Royal, the only person in all of Millington who could lead the iron cavalry to break the siege. Her reply was frantic in every word. "Don't be afraid, Russ. I'm coming." Yet three days passed. Beacon smoke blotted out the sky beyond the pass, the city ran out of arrows and food, and still no reinforcements came. I knelt on the ground with a broken spear, drenched in blood, and sent pi

"You need to stop calling her Stephanie, especially around the King." "That's the name she's had her entire life," I complained. "Her name is Sierra," she growled. I pushed my chair back and stood. Everyone expected eighteen years to disappear because the Royal Family had given Stephanie another name and called her Princess. Now, the necklace I had worn since childhood belonged to her. Not only did I have to put up with Darius looking at her as though he had lost something, but the three Royal Princes who had arrived at Rath Pack unmarried and available had also spent most of the previous day protecting her.

I mumble. Finally, the pieces are coming together. Peter Barone was La Reina's brother. I was never supposed to marry La Reina; Bianca was supposed to marry her brother to ally. I was just my father's back up. Bianca knows more than she's letting on. I'm going to find out what that is.