Novels by Mary

I stood in the doorway, my arms crossed as I glared at Michael. "I'm sleeping in the bed," I firmly, trying not to let him get under my skin. Michael smirked, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "No way, I'm the groom," he replied, his voice dripping with amusement. I raised an eyebrow. "This is ridiculous. We're adults. We can share a bed," I suggested, trying to reason with him. But Michael just shook his head. "You think I'm sharing a bed with you? We're pretending to be married, not actually married." I tried to sneak up on Michael, pillow in hand, and gently push him out of the room. But as I made contact, he spun around, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "What's your problem?" he asked, his voice low and irritated. “You can’t sleep here,” I added, ignoring his already agitated face. “You work for me, you know, and you must act like a worker!” he snapped. Before I could react, he grabbed the pillow and pushed me back into the room. I stumbled, my anger rising, as he stro

I stood in the doorway, my arms crossed as I glared at Michael. "I'm sleeping in the bed," I firmly, trying not to let him get under my skin.Michael smirked, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "No way, I'm the groom," he replied, his voice dripping with amusement.I raised an eyebrow. "This is ridiculous. We're adults. We can share a bed," I suggested, trying to reason with him.But Michael just shook his head. "You think I'm sharing a bed with you? We're pretending to be married, not actually married."I tried to sneak up on Michael, pillow in hand, and gently push him out of the room. But as I made contact, he spun around, his eyes flashing with annoyance."What's your problem?" he asked, his voice low and irritated.“You can’t sleep here,” I added, ignoring his already agitated face.“You work for me, you know, and you must act like a worker!” he snapped.Before I could react, he grabbed the pillow and pushed me back into the room. I stumbled, my anger rising, as he strode back i

The rain was coming down in sheets that day. I remember the drive felt endless, the wipers on full blast, struggling to keep the windshield clear. I'd been away for a while, with Michael tormenting me throughout the day , I was finally heading home. I was expecting a warm welcome, maybe a home-cooked meal, a sense of normalcy. But when I turned the corner onto our street, my heart just stopped. There they were, my family, standing in the downpour. Everything we owned was piled on the curb – furniture, clothes, all soaked and ruined. The eviction notice was still taped to the front door. My dad was huddled under a flimsy umbrella, his face etched with a mix of exhaustion and despair. My younger siblings were clinging to each other, shivering and silent. I highlighted from the Uber and just ran. I didn't even care about the rain soaking through my clothes. I ran to them, and the moment I reached them, Dad just looked at me, his eyes red-rimmed. "We lost the house, Leah," he choked

“This is where I live with grandma,” he said, pointing at the gigantic mansion in front of us.The Fisher’s mansion was a sight to behold, a sprawling estate that whispered of luxury and elegance. The house itself was a masterpiece of architecture, with towering columns, intricate carvings, and expansive windows that offered breathtaking views. The gardens surrounding the mansion were equally stunning, a carefully curated landscape of vibrant flowers, manicured lawns, and winding pathways.As you approached the mansion, you were greeted by a grand entrance, a sweeping driveway lined with perfectly trimmed hedges. The gardens were a symphony of colors and textures, with roses, lilies, and other exotic blooms creating a feast for the eyes. There was a serene koi pond, a hidden gazebo, and sculptures that added a touch of artistry to the surroundings.The entire estate exuded an air of tranquility and sophistication, a place where one could escape the hustle and bustle of everyday life a

I woke up that morning with butterflies fluttering in my stomach, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through my veins. I dressed carefully, choosing a vibrant red dress that hugged my figure perfectly, the fabric soft and flowing, making me feel both confident and comfortable. I paired it with my favorite black ankle boots, giving me a little extra height and a dash of attitude.As I looked in the mirror, my eyes sparkled with anticipation, and a wide grin spread across my face. My hair was styled in loose waves, framing my face beautifully, and I added a touch of makeup to highlight my features. With each passing minute, my excitement grew, and I could hardly contain my energy. Hannah arrived at my door, dressed in a cool, chic outfit, a mischievous grin on her face. "Ready to rock this audition, girl?" she asked, her voice full of energy. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "I'm so nervous," I admitted, "but also so excited." Hannah squeezed my shoulder, her eyes full of

I was the prettiest bride walking down the aisle, I was getting married to "Michael Fisher".. "The Michael Fisher," apart from the fact that his grandmother is the richest in the country, he has been my crush since forever. I had seen him on billboards and Tv. I was an aspiring actress, but I never got a major role, and now I got the role of being the wife to the heir to the FISHERS WORLD.2 WEEKS EARLIER"Leah......leah...." My name echoed in the balcony of the house, the sound of the voice was familiar, the landlord.I shared a one bedroom apartment with my family; my dad, brother, two cousins, and my nephews. It was a very tiny room, broken ceiling, and not enough ventilation, even though I was in my mid-twenties one could tell I was the breadwinner of my family. I worked multiply jobs, which didn't stop me from going for auditions, I wanted to get a major role in my acting career. I would say the industry wasn't fair to poor people ."Leah.. Come out now," the landlord was persist