Romans & histoires Ann Marie Foster

At that moment I freeze. My name is Angelique Foster. I'm sure you're probably wondering who London Forster is? Well, let take you out of your mystery I couldn't have possibly registered that name with the government, right? That would be completely foolish. William and my foster parents would have found me by now. So, being the clever child I am, I registered as London Forster. But I hardly ever use that name, so the fact that this man, whom I can't see right now, knows my real name shocks me to my core.

I kept forgetting I had stalkers for bodyguards. There was an eery silence around when we pulled in front of the dingy building that the mafia people liked to call the Central. It wasn't like there were always people around there. The Central lacked its usual vibe today. Tanner and Aria dropped me off, and I went inside and met Lucia and Zita before making my way upstairs to Mariano's office. On my way, I picked up a black rose from the vase on the dining room table. Black roses were so fascinating, so sinister. I had come to like them immensely, seeing they were everywhere around me - on Mariano's shoulder blade, in his house, his bedroom. His mother wore a bracelet made of black stones cut

” On the video, her foster family gave her a warm smile, and her true father, the Prince of Greece, gestured for a kiss. "My twin, Marilyn, and the Prince of Norway, one of the triplets of Prince Mharl, got engaged before we were married." Marie paused and looked around at everyone who didn't even pause to breathe. Via video call, the lawyers, as well as close and loyal staff and acquaintances, were present.

the familiar voice yelled, and I looked up to face a panic-stricken Aimee seemingly having a mental breakdown as she slammed my door shut harshly and began pacing back and forth so rapidly, she almost burnt a whole through my wooden flooring. “I am not ready for this.” She waved her hands out in front of her so animatedly. “I am comfortable with this Mafioso family, cartel, whatever you guys call yourselves. I am ok with your company only because I am marrying the head of the table. But I am not sure I can manage cartel bosses from around the world, Maria I can’t, I just can’t” she stopped pacing finally taking a glance at me.

Just stared, listening. “Marie ran away from the foster home at sixteen. Went back to her old neighborhood, but the house was gone. Bulldozed. Whole area had been reconstructed. Nothing left. Since then, she’s been on her own. She managed to put herself through college. Got a degree. No record of how she met Garrick. And her academic major is still unclear.” I stayed silent for a beat longer. Then asked, “Hmm. Then she must have a schoolmate or something. Whatever. Find something. What college, by the way?”

Marina said patting Alex on the back affectionately. "I have fulfilled my promise to you, I have introduced my future wife and brought her here. You must be very happy!" "Oh, I can't imagine how happy I am! And this woman is so beautiful! So perfect for you! You will surely have beautiful and handsome offspring!" She continued and shook hands with Alicia. "Alicia, this is Marina, my boss and also my foster mother. She loves me like her own child, and she is the one who is the fussiest about asking if I have eaten every day! Even now!"

I knew how much he wanted me to be with Ariel, and the last thing I ever wanted was to disappoint him. Manny's father always knew how to put me at ease, he had the personality that could make anyone warm up to him instantly. I looked around the room and locked eyes with Ariel, Her eyes were on fire with anger, I'm sure if looks could kill I could be under the ground by now. "Excuse me everyone, this lovely lady is Marianna, she works at our firm" Mr. Jennings introduced me "What is she doing her?" Ariel hissed

I’m wearing white pants, and a black shirt with my sleeves rolled up, my right hand sitting in my pocket as I smoke a cigarette with the other. Everyone annoys me. “Marie,” Carlos says. “Age?” I ask. “Do I need to ask every little fucking thing separately?” “I don’t know her age…” Carlos admits sheepishly. “Marie Yaris Perez, twenty-two years old, dark hair, medium brown eyes, 171cm tall, IT expert in her pack, Level 1 warrior and she’s completed a degree in geography and physics,” Jose says without looking at me. I clench my jaw, as Carlos lowers his and I glare out at the gates, The heat waves rippling in the air.

"Repeating we're fucked doesn't make me understand the situation any better. So, if you could just explain to me what you saw, and what exactly is going on, maybe I'd understand why exactly we're fucked." "Okay" he walked over to one of the couches and hurriedly took a seat, Makayla following suit almost immediately. "You remember Mary, right?" "Umm Mary? She was… like, she's the one that… she…" "Short hair, loveable girl, beautiful smile…” “Can’t really put my finger on it” she said, trying to jog her memory. “She was the youngest one of us in the foster home when we were–" "Oh yes, now I remember" she said, the name finally ringing a bell. "Fair, fine, loveable and sweet. How could I forge

hugged the lady. "Oh! Hija, don't cry. Mommy Mari is crying too," she said while patting her back. Maria's life got better under the power of Mrs. Marimar Laxamana, sister of Don Henry Laxamana, who owns Laxamana Airlines and real estate. He has one son, Andre Laxamana. Maria's life continued as the CEO of Laxamana Corp. Her mom, Mari, entrusted all her property to her, and she is now legally adopted because the court has already granted her petition. She is now a Laxamana who belongs to the high socialites in society. Maria had just come from the conference that was held in Oklahoma, Japan. She accidentally saw her mortal enemy, Mary. She won't know who I am because I'm no longer the Maria