Everyone deserves a second chance.
We all make mistakes. Valerie's death shouldn't be blamed on either Michael nor Marietta.
But what happens when the end is sweeter than the beginnning?
Why not allow us watch a couple who fight and push through all odds so as not to make the same mistake?
Why not allow us enjoy their romance mixed with some challenges as they fight for their love?
Let's read how they gave each other their all and put their antagonise to shame.
Winning back her heart is unlike the other books. I'll try my best. I've always given my best.
All I need is a support.
Dear readers, the more you read and support, the better I get.
No one is an island of knowledge. And also know this, I can't be perfect. But your comments will always push me to be a better version of myself. Thanks.
I LOVE YOU. ALWAYS!
Marietta's POV I wasn’t pretending anymore. And I could feel it in him too—he wasn’t either. The noise of the room faded. Mr. Vanché’s voice blurred into the background. Lena’s presence disappeared.It was just us and a kiss that didn’t feel rehearsed. It felt like something I hadn’t realized I’d been missing. Like coming home after being gone too long.When we finally pulled away, breathless and unsure, his hand didn’t fall right away. It stayed there, warm against my cheek— like he didn’t want to let go.I didn’t either. But then the world came rushing back. The cameras cut. Mr. Vanché’s voice rang out— “That’s a wrap for today! Brilliant work!” Applause followed, excited and genuine.But my heart? It was pounding too loud for me to hear any of it.I blinked, trying to steady myself as I felt a bit dizzy. But I straightened my shoulders.I couldn't show weakness now. Not here. Not in front of all these people. Not in front of Aiden.Especially not Aiden.“Excuse me,” I mut
Marietta’s POV“Are you joking right now?” I flinched, turning towards Clara.“It’s just a deal…” Clara scratched the back of her neck, accompanied by a shrug.“And since you don’t have any feelings for him anymore. Why don’t we strike a deal with him? And use it to our advantage?” She continued with a smirk on her face.I know that look. Clara wasn’t just here to sign deals. There’s something she is not saying.“Am I missing out on something?” I locked my eyes with hers for a moment. I sighed, “Please, can you give us a moment?” The driver took off his seat belt and dashed out of the car. No sooner was he out than I turned towards Clara. “Who broke your heart?” I knew I had to ask this question before we find ourselves in front of Michael. I knew it wouldn’t make sense if Clara is going overboard while I’m just staring like a dummy who’s being controlled.“No one did,” She lied, avoiding my eyes. “Lies.” Bringing her face closer to mine. “We had too much to drink last night. A
Marietta’s POVI can’t believe this has gotten to the point where I have to name my price for love.A path where I have to choose between love and sanity. Which should I go for? Tears streamed down my face as I tried to wriggle my hand away from Aiden. His mother’s eyes still lingered on mine as tears continued to roll down her cheeks as well.“Mother, this is emotional blackmail. And I won’t take it from you,” Aiden snapped, grabbing my hand as we both made our way out.The skies are gathering, ready to pour down their content like they used to do. The breeze tossed my hair across my face, causing it to stick to my face, which was already wet with tears.Preventing me from seeing Aiden, whose hands were still trying to reach out to me. I shook my head in disapproval as I took a few steps backward. “Marietta,” With the way he called my name, I knew this matter was a serious one. Now that both of us are in our right senses, we need to make a decision. The lightning in the sky r
Marietta’s POV “What do you say?” He asked again. I was about to respond when I heard Bella’s footsteps. I quickly hung up and pretended nothing happened. I was shivering so badly that Bella had to get me some of her clothes. “Here,” she stretched the cup of coffee towards me. “Thanks,” I gently placed the cup of coffee on the table while I changed into a new set of dry clothes. I watched Bella aim for the room, and the next minute, she was back with a hair dryer. “Your hair is wet.” She broke the silence. “Thanks,” was all I could say. The silence continued for a long time. And only the air dryer alone was the sound that filled the air. “Marietta,” “I'm listening,” I answered bluntly. I'm not sure what my feelings are right now. But I could tell I was losing interest in everything. “We are at risk,” Bella started. A conversation I wasn't ready to listen to. I felt so angry within myself. But I knew someone had to say it. I've got nothing to lose but Bella still has
Marietta’s POVI can’t believe my ears right now. I’m here barely holding my life together. And the only person my daughter wants to see is her father?“Are you a joke?”“You have to calm down, Marietta.” Bella cautioned.“She’s just a child,” she added.“A child?” I repeated.Turning towards Clara. “Search Valerie’s room,” I said.Wiping off my tears, “Search it thoroughly, and take off anything that can serve as a means of communication!” “Yes ma’am.” Clara bowed.Taking my jacket, I headed downstairs.“Where are you going?” Bella asked.I could still hear Valerie’s cries from her room. But it was the least of my worries.“I’m going to find Michael,” “Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Bella questioned.“No, I’ll be fine,” I replied.“Get me my car keys,” I commanded one of the guards.Quickly, I took over the driver’s seat. Ordering the guards to stay back. I made my way down to Michael’s house.My heart raced faster as tears trickled down my face.For the first
Marietta's POVI had returned to work like nothing ever happened.Signing deals. Smiling for the cameras. Preparing for my next audition.But no matter how hard I tried to keep my mind off last night, it wouldn’t leave me alone.How did he get the drugs out of my system… without sleeping with me? I muttered to myself, burying my face in my palms with frustration.The question haunted me like a shadow.I grabbed a file from my desk and tried to rehearse my lines for the audition. But the words blurred. My thoughts were a mess.“I can’t get him out of my head,” I whispered with my eyes shut, feeling like I was losing my grip.I tapped my forehead lightly, repeatedly, trying to snap myself out of it—until a voice startled me.“Do you need me to—?”“No,” I said sharply, jolting upright. “It’s fine.”It was Kelvin, standing just in front of me, holding a small stack of folders.I cleared my throat, composing myself. “Please pack the files and have the cars ready. I’ll be heading out soon.