Valentina opened her eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep, to find herself gazing at the face of the man she had loved with all her heart for nearly three years. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on his features, making him look even more attractive.
It was a wonder how they had managed to stay together for so long, considering the numerous fights and arguments they had endured. Each disagreement had felt like a storm, but they had weathered them all.
He was a handsome man, and to add to that, he was rich. The allure of his wealth and charm meant there were countless women who would leap at the chance to be with him, even for just one day.
Yet, he chose her.
A normal woman, or so she had thought.
Valentina Rodriguez.
22 years old.
She came from a family that she preferred to describe as middle-class, though the truth was slightly different.
Her father, Andrew Rodriguez, was the owner of a successful tech company, and her mother, Lovy Arden, ran a thriving fashion business. After their marriage, they merged their companies, creating a powerful conglomerate known for its innovation and prestige.
She had four siblings:
Mason, the eldest, who had always been the responsible one.
Peter, the second, known for his sharp wit and occasional recklessness.
Herself, the third, who often felt caught between her brothers’ conflicting personalities.
Anne, the youngest, who was still navigating her way through college and figuring out her own path.
When her parents announced their intention to retire, Valentina felt a wave of relief wash over her, almost as if a burden had been lifted. The thought of stepping away from the family business was both liberating and exhilarating.
When Mason and Peter were chosen to take over, she found herself rejoicing. She’d shouted her gratitude to the heavens, “Thank you for keeping me away from this busy world!”
He was a good man, with a physique that seemed to embody every woman’s fantasy. His sculpted abs, the result of countless hours in the gym, were the kind of thing that made her heart race.
She couldn’t help but drool at the sight of them.
Those abs were his reward for his dedication to fitness, even on days when his schedule was packed.
That dedication was one reason for their frequent arguments.
Even if he was busy, it didn’t excuse forgetting her birthday or their anniversary. She put effort into their relationship, despite her own demanding schedule.
This didn’t mean she didn’t understand his stress. He was from a wealthy family with a global presence in several industries, and the K Tech Company was at the forefront.
He was the boss of K Tech Company.
So, what was one day off for him?
They didn’t work at the same company—she preferred working in human relations, which was more fulfilling to her than the cutthroat business world.
Pfft. The irony.
He had once offered her a job as his personal assistant, a position that would have placed her under his direct supervision.
But she loved her current job, despite her dislike for her boss.
Adding to the complication was the fact that her boss was a friend of her father’s. She didn’t understand why her father would befriend someone like him.
He had a clear disdain for her, and she returned the sentiment.
Her family had accepted Kayden as her boyfriend, though it had taken some time. He underwent their scrutiny and came through with flying colors, quickly winning their approval.
He was a charmer.
A charmer from the first glance.
Valentina had bumped into him at a well-known coffee shop one morning. In her usual clumsy fashion, she had slipped, spilling her expensive latte all over his immaculate coat and white shirt.
Realizing who he was, she had been mortified. The sight of the young, successful businessman in a casual setting had caught her completely off guard.
Long story short, he gave her his number and instructed her to replace his ruined attire.
Embarrassed and reluctant to ask her parents for a large sum of money, she turned to Mason and Peter for help.
Their reaction was furious. They advised her to ignore Kayden’s demands and forget the incident. However, she pleaded with them to help her, promising that once the suit issue was resolved, she wouldn’t be involved with him again.
They reluctantly agreed, but the promise was short-lived. Kayden’s charm proved irresistible.
He began sending flowers and gifts, taking her on romantic dates, and eventually, she found herself falling deeply in love with him.
When her brothers discovered what had happened, they were outraged and gave her the cold shoulder for the next two weeks. Perhaps that was why they remained hostile toward him.
Names and ages:
Mason Rodriguez, 26 years old.
Peter Rodriguez, 24 years old.
Anne Rodriguez, 20 years old, who was staying near her college to complete her design course.
Her parents were eager for her to marry Kayden as soon as possible, despite her own reservations. She knew she needed to discuss this with him soon.
His family had treated her with kindness and respect. It was reassuring to know that her parents had met them during various business meetings.
Kayden had been a constant source of support, caring for her through both good and bad times. After he convinced her to move in with him, their life together had begun in earnest.
Just like her parents, both of Kayden’s parents were businesspeople. River Ilmanto and Nova Larsch had an arranged marriage, and Kayden was their only son.
Her parents were overjoyed when they learned she was dating him. Marriage would bring not just financial security but also an enviable position in high society.
But for her, it wasn’t about the money. She was after his love.
Name: Kayden Ilmanto, 24 years old.
“Done staring?”
Valentina’s thoughts were interrupted by his voice. She had been lost in admiration, while his eyes remained closed, savoring the moment.
“How did you know I was staring at you?” she asked, blushing.
“Well, I have my ways,” he said with a smirk.
“That’s impossible. Plus, I’m not staring at you,” she retorted, though her blush deepened.
“Okay, keep telling yourself that,” he said playfully, opening his dark brown eyes to meet her light blue ones. She gazed back at him with affection.
He scooted closer and planted a tender peck on her lips, which quickly turned into a passionate kiss.
And so, they were once again running late for work.
The ringing of his phone interrupted their intimate moment. His light blonde hair was tousled, and he groaned in frustration as he reached for the device.
Valentina chuckled softly as he answered the call. She took this opportunity to slip into the bathroom for a quick shower.
As she emerged, wrapped in a fluffy towel, Kayden was finishing up his call.
“So, it’s tonight, right?” he asked the caller.
“Alright,” he replied, ending the conversation.
Valentina moved to the closet and began sorting through her clothes, looking for something suitable for work.
“My friends are holding a party tonight. Want to join us?” Kayden asked.
She looked at him and smiled, then shook her head. She was glad he didn’t press the issue.
Valentina wasn’t particularly fond of parties, getting drunk, or dancing with strangers. She’d only do it if she needed to unwind, was coerced by a friend, or had a specific reason.
With her evening free, she contemplated using the time to indulge in her little secret.
A sudden thought struck her. Did she truly enjoy it?
It was 7:30 PM when Valentina arrived home from work, the sun dipping below the horizon. She had clocked in way over standard hours, but her Mustang made the long drive worthwhile.The sleek car was her pride and joy, a gift from Kayden for her twentieth birthday. She loved its speed and the thrill it brought—every cool, fast sports car sparked a sense of freedom in her.After a quick dinner, she retreated to her room, which was decorated in soft pastels and adorned with fairy lights, giving it a cozy, inviting glow. Plush throw pillows decorated her bed, and colorful artwork filled the walls, reflecting her playful, feminine side.But tonight, she felt the urge to embrace a different aspect of herself. She changed out of her office attire and slipped into a fitted black top, high-waisted leggings, a stylish leather jacket, and her favorite black boots.The transformation made her feel bold and empowered; she loved the allure of the color black, a stark contrast to her usual style.Yet
Vale drives her Mustang toward the imposing mansion, the engine’s growl matching her tumultuous thoughts. This place had become both a sanctuary and a prison; every visit meant another mission handed down from the man who had turned her life upside down.As she approaches the gate, she rolls down her window, nodding at Louis, the guard on duty. He recognizes her instantly, swinging the gate open with a practiced ease.Vale drives through, her heart racing with a mix of anticipation and dread. The mansion looms ahead, vast and shadowy against the darkening sky, its grandeur reminiscent of a fortress built to intimidate.After finding an empty space, she parks and steps out, the cool evening air brushing against her skin like a reminder of her reality. The guards at the entrance, their muscular forms intimidating, patrol the grounds like vigilant sentinels.They nod in acknowledgment as she walks past, but she brushes past them, feeling a simmering resentment. Why should she show respect
Vale drives her Mustang toward Kayden’s house, her heart racing with a tumultuous mix of frustration and anger. The memory of Keith—the man she now despises—echoes in her mind, his dismissive tone still fresh. He had shattered their agreement with a careless flick of his wrist, and the weight of that betrayal fuels her fury.“Argh!” she screams, pounding the steering wheel in exasperation. “Why does he think he can just do whatever he wants?”The thought of Keith’s arrogance makes her blood boil. He’s a gang leader, wielding his power like a weapon. What a goddamn deal breaker! How could the other gang members still trust him after he so easily disregarded their pact? Did he always break his promises?Vale scoffs bitterly. If she wanted to, she could confront him right now. But she won’t—she has to protect her family and friends, even if it means getting her hands dirty.As she approaches Kayden’s house, her gaze falls on his car parked in the garage. Curiosity gnaws at her. “It’s only
The basement is quite the view, but not in any way that anyone would expect.You might think this is where enemies suffer until they die, but that’s not the case. They have another base, another cell reserved for the wretched souls they intend to break.Vale shudders at the thought. If she had to hear their voices screaming in agony while they were tortured, she wouldn’t be able to bear it. The heaviness in her heart already feels like a lead weight, and the thought of their pain only amplifies her own.She walks up to the bar table, her hand trembling slightly as she grabs a bottle of beer. With a quick twist, she opens it and shoves it down her throat, tears sliding down her cheeks. “Just... one more,” she whispers to herself, as if that small act could magically erase the pain.She sinks into a chair, wiping her tears with the back of her hand before gulping down another shot. The cold liquid burns as it goes down, and she chokes out a laugh, half-hearted and bitter.“What am I doin
Vale woke up with a throbbing headache.She sat on the bed, still closing her eyes and let her hand wander to search the nightstand beside the bed for her phone.Her eyebrows furrowed when she noticed that her phone was not there like it usually does.She opened her eyes in confusion. Looking in front of her before looking around.Her eyes stopped on the mysterious figure on the couch and her jaw hit the floor hard.Keith was sleeping peacefully on the couch.A soft breeze made her shiver and realize that she was naked.What the hell?!She paced around the room, trying to be as quiet as possible while searching for her clothes.'Oh, god! Oh, god! I didn’t do it! Right?' Her mind went into a mess.Just then, she saw her clothes in a basket.She reached out for it and realised that it was drenched from the rain and she cringed at the pungent smell of alcohol.She bit her lips in frustration.She sighed and looked around the room for anything to cover herself up.She stepped inside the b
He walks towards her, grabs her arm and drags her into the kitchen.'No, no, no!''If he wants me to make breakfast for him, no, I don’t want to and will not do it!'He sat on the stool, and Vale stood beside him, facing him.“Princess, I’m starving.” he pouted and made a cute puppy face.Vale faced the ceiling, praying that she would be strong enough to look at him. One of the things that mostly hold her from winning is his puppy face. She was surprised when he did it for the first time.Right then and there, she knew, she couldn’t win against his puppy face. Vale wondered if any of the guys had seen him like this.What kind of a feared gang leader would make a puppy face?'Damn it!''How can I resist him?'Vale closed my eyes, 'Inhale, exhale.'Think about a cheeseburger, chicken nuggets, flowers, her family, her Mustang.That’s it! She's going back to the living room.Vale turned around, but a pair of arms swiftly grabbed her waist. Vale gulped when she felt electric sparks fly wher
Vale scowled at him but Keith turned his attention to his breakfast.“As always, your food is the best.” he compliments her.Vale always had her own time at the base when Kayden was out of town for work.Vale mentally laughs.Was it really because of work? The guys always cook by themselves when she isn't here. So, when she has the chance, she will cook for them.'Thank you, mom. Thank you for letting me help you cook since I was six.'Vale knew her family could hire a cook but her mother insisted that she wanted to cook.Her family nor her friends know about her blackmailed matters. Except for the friends that she met in the gang.They didn’t know where she went when it turned dark.She made an excuse and sometimes she felt remorseful for them because she was good at lying.Vale actually felt relieved when Kayden asked her to move in with him, saving her from being suspected by her family.It’s much easier to escape from suspicions if she lived with one person who was certainly not h
Vale stormed out from Keith's room and stride towards the balcony.What do people usually expect from a hidden killer?Jump from the balcony onto the ground beneath?Yeah, call her crazy, but she never fractured her bones after a lot of training and experience.She's not jumping right away. Usually, she would back away a few meters from the rail before running towards it, putting her right foot on the holders, jumping and doing a few backflips.She looked at the grounds, searching for guards.Vale could see one at the far corner on her left, and another one is facing his back on her. Check! Security camera? One on her left, check!That was easy for her. Even if it moves around a lot, she can still escape it.Okay. So, here we go!One... Two... Jump!Thud!...and there...Vale landed on the ground smoothly.She ran towards the nearby tree, shielding herself from the guards and the security camera.She kept running and hiding until she reached the tree near her car.Thanks to Louis, he p
“Babe, the baby...” Leslie mumbled sleepily as she tried to shake Peter’s awake.Peter grumbled before he got off the bed slowly and moved to the baby’s cradle and lifted the crying b
“Mitchell Grey!”“What?”
“Get out!”A pair of slippers fly past Brett’s head.
“What about this?”Dylan turned his head to look at Jenny, who was currently holding a pair of cute baby clothes in her hands.
Keith and Vale sat on the sofa in the living room after having dinner.They leaned on each other’s, watching variety shows on TV.
“Where are you going?”Nancy grabbed her purse on the sofa, “I’m going out.”
“They did what?!” Keith’s face turns dark.“It’s fine. I killed Mia, and Kayden wouldn’t last long either.”
“How’s your stomach? Is it still hurting?” Keith rubbed Vale’s stomach nervously.“No.” Vale leaned deeper into his embrace.
“Why are you so noisy?”