Book two of 'The Vengeance Duology'
Five years ago, the lads and I made the biggest mistake of our lives-a reckless decision that shattered everything.
We destroyed what mattered most, but my deepest regret is how much I hurt her.
Every moment of pa...
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"Valentina, over here!" The shouts from the paparazzi pierce through the excitement of the evening, their cameras flashing like tiny explosions in the night.
"Look over your shoulder!" another voice calls out, and I turn just in time to catch the burst of a flash. The red carpet beneath my feet feels luxurious and slightly surreal, adding to the glamour of the night.
Jacques and I glide down the carpet, every step a mix of elegance and anticipation. The crowd of photographers and reporters is a whirlwind of noise and light, but I'm in my element. I catch glimpses of my reflection in the polished cameras and the gold-plated stanchions, feeling the weight of the evening's significance.
"Valentina, can we get a photo of you and Jacques?" one of the photographers shouts, edging closer through the throng.
Jacques effortlessly wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me close. I lean into him, my smile radiant and confident. The cameras click incessantly, each flash a reminder of the surprise that's waiting to unfold.
The carpet, the cameras, the flashing lights—it's all a part of the spectacle. I strike a few more poses, my heart racing not just from the excitement of the event, but from the thrill of what's to come. Tonight, I'm not just attending an awards ceremony; I'm about to make a grand entrance that will leave everyone stunned.
As I enjoy the frenzy, I can't help but imagine the astonished looks I'll soon be met with. The anticipation is almost too much to bear, but for now, I bask in the attention, savoring every moment on this dazzling red carpet.
"Valentina, over here!" The shouts from the paparazzi pierce through the excitement of the evening, their cameras flashing like tiny explosions in the night.
"Look over your shoulder!" another voice calls out, and I turn just in time to catch the burst of a flash. The red carpet beneath my feet feels luxurious and slightly surreal, adding to the glamour of the night.
Jacques and I glide down the carpet, every step a mix of elegance and anticipation. The crowd of photographers and reporters is a whirlwind of noise and light, but I'm in my element. I catch glimpses of my reflection in the polished cameras and the gold-plated stanchions, feeling the weight of the evening's significance.
"Valentina, can we get a photo of you and Jacques?" one of the photographers shouts, edging closer through the throng.
Jacques effortlessly wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me close. I lean into him, my smile radiant and confident. The cameras click incessantly, each flash a reminder of the surprise that's waiting to unfold.
The carpet, the cameras, the flashing lights—it's all a part of the spectacle. I strike a few more poses, my heart racing not just from the excitement of the event, but from the thrill of what's to come. Tonight, I'm not just attending an awards ceremony; I'm about to make a grand entrance that will leave everyone stunned.
