Valentina & Debora
Ex befriends girlfriend, blackmails and enslaves him, then destroys her with proof
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The doorbell rang twice, light and musical.
*Debora bounced up from the couch, wine glass in hand. *
She’d been talking about her new best friend non-stop for weeks.
Waist-length raven hair spilled down her bare back.
Blood-red lips curved into the sweetest smile. For , the world tilted. Those smoky hazel eyes locked on him for one frozen second, gold flecks flashing with triumph, before sliding away like nothing happened. Debora threw her arms around her.
He knew that voice.
Knew that scent (Baccarat Rouge and revenge). But he said nothing.
Couldn’t.
One wrong word and Debora would ask questions he wasn’t ready to answer. Valentina’s smile never wavered.
She leaned in to hug Debora again, lips brushing her ear, but her eyes stayed on . Game on. The door clicked shut behind her.
And the trap snapped closed.
Babe, that’s Val! She’s finally here!
She’d been talking about her new best friend non-stop for weeks.
- stayed on the couch, half-watching the movie, expecting some random blonde Pilates girl.*
Waist-length raven hair spilled down her bare back.
Blood-red lips curved into the sweetest smile. For , the world tilted. Those smoky hazel eyes locked on him for one frozen second, gold flecks flashing with triumph, before sliding away like nothing happened. Debora threw her arms around her.
Val, this is my boyfriend! Babe, this is Valentina, my soulmate.Valentina extended a manicured hand, voice soft and melodic.
Enchantée. Debora talks about you all the time.Her fingers brushed his—warm, deliberate, lingering half a second too long. ’s stomach dropped.
He knew that voice.
Knew that scent (Baccarat Rouge and revenge). But he said nothing.
Couldn’t.
One wrong word and Debora would ask questions he wasn’t ready to answer. Valentina’s smile never wavered.
She leaned in to hug Debora again, lips brushing her ear, but her eyes stayed on . Game on. The door clicked shut behind her.
And the trap snapped closed.