“Spread your legs for me, Valentina,” Alexander growled, his voice rough as his hands gripped my thighs, prying them apart. “I want to feel how wet you are for me.” A sharp gasp escaped my lips as his fingers slid lower, teasing the sensitive heat between my legs. My body betrayed me, arching into his touch, desperate for more. “That’s it,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. “Don’t fight it. I can feel how badly you want this.” His fingers dipped inside, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I moaned loudly, my nails digging into his shoulders as he smirked, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re dripping for me, sweetheart,” he murmured, his thumb circling just where I needed it most. “Tell me, Valentina. Tell me you want me to ruin you.” *** Consumed by passion and haunted by the truth of her own past, Valentina must navigate a dangerous game with Alexander. Time is running out, but in a world where betrayal lurks at every corner, Valentina has to decide: will love be her salvation or her undoing?
View MoreValentina povDreams. Endless, foggy dreams.“You useless idiot! Can’t you do anything right? Everything has to be spelled out for you. Toss this garbage in the bin and make me something edible!”I stood frozen, watching as the furious woman hurled food at the one cowering on the ground. The humiliation in the air was palpable, but the cruelty didn’t end there."Are you really surprised, Mother?" the other woman sneered, her voice dripping with mockery. "She’s nothing but an illegitimate child—a maid’s daughter, no less! And yet, you allowed her to marry into our family, to my dearest brother."She placed a dramatic hand on her chest, her head thrown back as though she’d just been struck by the world’s greatest tragedy.“I—I will make another one. I’m sorry, Mother,” the woman on the ground whispered, her voice shaking as tears threatened to spill. “I’ll make another—I’ll make another—”“Stop right there!” the angry woman barked, her tone venomous as she cut her off. “Who do you think
Alexander pov “What in the K-drama plot twist is this?” Daniel was the first to break the silence, his head casually resting on my shoulder as he peeked at the file. The world narrowed in, and for a brief moment, I couldn’t move—I couldn’t even breathe. My grip tightened on the edges of the file, knuckles turning white as I stared at the name glaring back at me like a cruel punchline to a bad joke. Father: Nico Vance, CEO of the Vance Foundation. Additional Information: Known as "Don Nico," leader of a criminal organization. Daniel must have sensed the murderous aura radiating from me because he quickly cleared his throat and took a cautious step back, wisely putting enough distance between us—just in case I decided to snap. “S-She’s Nico’s daughter? Are you sure this information is correct?” Daniel stammered, his attention darting to Sebastian. “Y-Yes, Dr. Daniel,” Sebastian replied, swallowing nervously. “I triple-checked her background to make sure there was no mistake. Her
Alexander pov “We haven’t seen each other in a year, in a year, Alexander Knight, and the first thing you do is shoot at me!?” Daniel exclaimed, rubbing his temples in frustration. His feet tapped impatiently on the ground as he tried to regain his composure, his anger simmering beneath the surface. I didn’t respond right away, my expression calm as I sat there, my fingers absently tapping on the desk between us. His eyes were shooting daggers at my hand, glaring at it with so much intensity, but I pretended not to notice. “Well?” he asked, his voice laced with impatience, waiting for any kind of explanation. I shrugged, offering nothing more than a casual glance. “I didn’t shoot at you,” I said nonchalantly, “I shot at the wall behind you.” His mouth opened, ready to retort, but I was already tuning him out, not even bothering to listen to whatever he was about to say. Instead, my attention shifted to Felix, who sat quietly in the far corner of the office. His eyes we
Alexander pov I wasn’t the type of man to be caught off guard. I had always known how to hide my emotions behind a mask. My face remained blank, even when I killed. I was cold, calculated, and professional— never once flinching as I pulled the trigger and sent a bullet through someone’s skull. Why? Because showing my emotions made me vulnerable. My wife’s death was a harsh lesson—one that proved how dangerous it could be to let your guard down. So, I swore never to show even a hint of affection to anyone especially to my son, Felix, since that was the only way to keep him safe. But this—this was different. There were only two people capable of evoking any reaction from me—one was dead, and the other stood before me. As I stared at my son, who hadn’t spoken a word in over a year since his mother’s death, I couldn’t hide the shock that spread across my face. My grip on him tightened as I pulled Felix closer, my voice calm despite the relentless pounding of my heart. Every
Alexander pov Bang! Bang! Bang!Three shots. Three bodies.Screams echoed, piercing through the air as three of my men crumpled to the ground with loud thuds, bullets lodged deep in the centers of their heads, their eyes wide open in horror.They didn’t expect it—none of them did. But today, I wasn’t in the mood to take any pleasure in their fear. Instead, I reloaded my gun and aimed it at the men and women cowering before me, their hands raised above their heads like shields to block the bullets.“You have five seconds to tell me where the hell my son is. And with every second that ticks by,” I said, my voice icy and emotionless as I casually aimed at the ten people before me, “one of you will die.”My jaw tightened as none of them answered. Their pitiful cries irritated me, igniting a fierce urge to gun them all down right then and there. But I fought to maintain control, forcing myself to breathe through the rage.I was on a route to Russia for a critical business meeting—one that
Valentina's POVLoud horns blared, angry curses and screams echoed around me. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my heart pounding in my chest as tears blurred my vision, distorting everything. But I kept driving, weaving through the cars on the road, barely aware of anything but the thoughts in my head—the thoughts that threatened to consume me.My phone buzzed beside me for the fifth time. I glanced at the name on the screen but ignored it again, turning my attention back to the road ahead of me as I increased the speed of the car.Why was I even alive? Why was I still here when I had lost everything and was going to die soon anyway? Why couldn’t I just end it all now?"Let’s end it now, Valentina. Let’s end everything,” I muttered to myself as I drove. My grip on the steering wheel tightened, broken sobs escaping my lips as my mind replayed everything that had happened when I arrived at my father’s house.An hour ago.“D-dad, what are you saying?” I whispered, my voice shaking.
Valentina’s POVI blinked as Damien flicked my hands away from him in disgust. I could hear Tessa and her mother burst out laughing, their laughter echoing through the room, piercing me like daggers. But still—still, my eyes were fixed on him.“Y-you’re lying,” I muttered, the tears streaming down my face. But this time, I didn’t cling to him. I just stood there, watching as he scoffed with slight amusement."Do you think I have time for this, Valentina? If you don’t believe me, go ask your father. The moment I brought it up, he only demanded compensation for the broken marriage, like it was some transaction. And don’t even get me started on your sister—she congratulated me for finally getting rid of you. Even your family doesn’t love you; they treat you like dirt," Damien spat, his voice cruel, dripping with venom. "Yet I loved you all these years, and you still couldn’t give me the one thing I desire."Damien’s voice was harsh as he looked at me with a cold stare that almost made me
Valentina's POVThis has to be a dream. It’s just a nightmare—a terrible, haunting nightmare. So wake up and end this.A faint and distant voice whispered in my ears, trying to delude me into believing that the sight before me wasn’t real—that my husband of six years wasn’t holding another woman in his lap, wasn’t kissing her neck, leaving marks on her skin as if she were the most precious gem. And that woman… wasn’t Caelina.“Damien, I want you. Please, I really want you now,” Caelina whispered to my husband, her eyes closed as soft moans escaped her lips.“Naughty girl,” Damien murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. “You’re pregnant. Do you really think you can handle me? You know how rough I can be when I’m with you. Be patient, my love.”I stood there, frozen, watching the scene unfold, neither of them noticing my presence in the room.I wanted to speak—scream, demand an explanation for what I was seeing—but the words were stuck in my throat. I could do nothing but stand the
Valentina's POVThe sound of the ticking clock seemed to echo faintly, yet it was all I could hear as I drifted into an agonizing daze.What did he say? He must be mistaken. It couldn’t be true.“Mrs. Laurent.” The monotone voice snapped me back to reality, and I blinked, staring at the man in the white coat.“Mrs. Laurent, are you listening to me?” I blinked again, trying to focus on his words, but they seemed to slip through my mind like water through my fingers. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, as if everything was closing in around me.Breathe, Valentina. Breathe.“Repeat what you just said,” I finally found my voice and demanded, but it was quieter than I intended—just barely above a whisper, yet sharp with a desperate edge I didn’t recognize.The doctor’s eyes softened, but he didn’t hesitate. “Mrs. Laurent, I’m afraid you have brain cancer. The prognosis is… very serious. You have only about a year to live.”A chill ran through me, the world shifting in a way I couldn’t
Valentina's POVThe sound of the ticking clock seemed to echo faintly, yet it was all I could hear as I drifted into an agonizing daze.What did he say? He must be mistaken. It couldn’t be true.“Mrs. Laurent.” The monotone voice snapped me back to reality, and I blinked, staring at the man in the white coat.“Mrs. Laurent, are you listening to me?” I blinked again, trying to focus on his words, but they seemed to slip through my mind like water through my fingers. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, as if everything was closing in around me.Breathe, Valentina. Breathe.“Repeat what you just said,” I finally found my voice and demanded, but it was quieter than I intended—just barely above a whisper, yet sharp with a desperate edge I didn’t recognize.The doctor’s eyes softened, but he didn’t hesitate. “Mrs. Laurent, I’m afraid you have brain cancer. The prognosis is… very serious. You have only about a year to live.”A chill ran through me, the world shifting in a way I couldn’t ...
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