“Mitchell Grey!”
“What?”
“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
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 t
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
“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?”