Slowly but surely she will be his downfall. She's dangerous and they warned him, yet playing with fire makes him feel comfortable. Her eyes are like fire. Watch too closely and you'll be consumed into the heat.
It took a while for her to capture hi...
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Sorry for the late update guys!!! I was in SF the entire day to catch up with friends! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!!!
Song: Money Made Me Do It x Post Malone ft. 2 Chainz
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Valentina woke up at the sound of her alarm. It was six thirty in the morning and she was tired as hell. But then she remembered something that made her morning just a tiny bit better; it's move in day at the Avano mansion.
She smiled and rolled off her lumpy bed. She just finished packing all of her things last night and Julian bought her a whole new wardrobe of her choice to wear as the Avano sister. Valentina walked towards the mirror and analyzed herself.
She was meant to be living like a queen. Her green eyes shone brightly and contrasted with her long dark wavy hair that fell to her waist. She was short in stature but her curves were all in the right places that made men craving for more.
There will be a lot of people who would doubt that she is the true Avano sister. She will prove them wrong. If possible, she can extend her job with Julian no matter what.
AS long as she continues getting money and getting paid.
Her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and sighed. It was Tristan. Again.
She smirked to herself in amusement and didn't know why he's still interested. Maybe it's because she gave him a challenge of working hard for her kiss.
She ignored the call and hopped into the shower to get ready. After she was done, she picked out the outfit that she was going to wear when she sees the entire Avano clan.
Sifting through the piles of box in her tiny studio apartment, she finally found the dress she was looking for. It wasn't from a brand name clothing store that Julian bought for her but it was the crimson dress that her mother made for her before she passed away.
It was made of silk and it took a long time for her mother to finish making. She was weak when she was making the dress and her brother worked hard to be even able to afford to buy the material.
She put it on and it fit her like a glove. It gave her strength to pull through the revenge she spent years planning on. She pulled out some tanned wedges to go along with her outfit and headed to the door when she heard multiple knocks. Perhaps it was the guys who were going to help her move.
Once she opened, the door, she plastered a smile beforehand. Once she saw who it was, her smile faded. Tristan had his elbow resting on the door with a coy grin.
"We meet again, Ms. Sanchez." he grinned.
"Or should I say, Ms. Avano?"
"What can I help you with?" Valentina asked annoyed.
