Fate To Fake: Loved by the Fallen; Fated to Kill the Divine

Valerienne d’Asterra’s POV

After warning Leo, I walked back to my house, my boots hitting the ground harder than necessary as a frown refused to leave my face. My expression was twisted in a mixture of frustration and confusion, my brows furrowed and lips pursed.

My house stood tall at the end of the quiet street—big, almost like a mansion, with wide hallways and old stone walls covered in ivy. But even with its grandeur, there was a gentle weight of time pressing over it. It was old, slightly weathered... just like the traditions of the noble family I belonged to.

I pushed the heavy wooden door open and stepped inside. The silence greeted me like an old friend. I walked past the antique portraits, the tall vases, and the silent chandeliers hanging like frozen moments. None of it mattered right now.

All I wanted was to crash on my bed.

And I did exactly that.

I flopped onto the mattress with a deep sigh, lying flat on my back, arms sprawled out. My body felt heavy, but it was nothing compared to the weight spinning in my mind. My eyes stared up at the ceiling, but my heart was pacing somewhere far away.

I let out a small grumble, frustrated, the corners of my mouth twitching with irritation. "Ugh... What even happened today?" I murmured, blinking up at the ceiling. "What the hell is wrong with him?"

Leo’s face flashed in my mind.

He looked so calm. Like nothing had happened. Like everything was completely normal.

Was it really?