𝐀 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡; it is not a piece of meat that anyone can taste—but with money, it is a different matter for Valentina. Money can give her anything she wants in life, it solves her problems and makes her happy at the very least; the downside of it is that it destroys her little by little. Valentina chose to see the silver lining of becoming a scarlet woman, climbing up to the top of the hierarchy using men. Oh, men, they are easy to manipulate as greed and lust become their lever, and with her beauty, brains, and a good fuck, she can make them do pretty much anything.
With one last look in the mirror, she spritzes some Chanel No.5 on her neck and the back of her ears, it was one of Sabini's gifts he had specifically bought from Paris for her—nothing special, just some fancy perfume, though she loved the smell of it on her. See, that's what happens when you are an expert in stroking men's egos and penises, they shower you with gifts and luxuries more than you can imagine.
Sabini was one of her most powerful clients, a key player in England's business world, whether his dealings were legitimate or not. Men like him—the wealthy and the wicked—gravitated toward Valentina, drawn by her allure and the secrets she carried. Tonight, she was off to meet him once more.
Draping a luxurious white fur shawl around her neck, she descended the grand staircase of her flat with practiced grace. Outside, a sleek Bentley idled at the curb, flanked by two Italian gangsters lounging casually against it. At the sight of the blonde, they snapped to attention, standing upright and rushing to open the door for her. Valentina nodded coolly, sliding into the back seat, the fur shawl brushing the soft leather as the door closed behind her. She was off to meet Sabini—another night in the game she played so well.
"Where will we meet?" Valentina asked as soon as the engine purred to life, "Mr. Sabini wanted you to know he won't be joining you tonight. Instead, you'll be meeting a friend of his at the Ritz Hotel," the man in the passenger seat responded, glancing at her briefly.
