Edd Marie Novels & Stories

she decides to text Marie to check in on how her first days at Columbia are going. Madeline: Hey Marie, how are you? Marie: Hey, Maddie!, I'm good and so excited, How's it going there at Harvard? Madeline: It's the usual grind, you know. But I can't wait to hear about your adventures at Columbia. How's everything? Marie: It's been a whirlwind! The campus is huge, and I'm still figuring out where everything is. But I love the energy here. What about you? Any exciting updates?

Marie whispered to herself. She then tapped the door lightly, and without waiting for any response, she pushed the door open. Aella frowned as Marie walked in, holding a big box. She cat-walked to Damien's table without glancing at Aella. Damien raised his head immediately as the door opened and was surprised to see Marie. While Aella's gaze was still on her with the frown on her face, he saw everything, and suddenly he thought of something like a fake smile spread across his lips.

Marielle wobbles a bit at first, either in resistance or confusion, but ultimately obeys. "Dargo, this is the maid, Carmen. Carmen, this is Dargo Warsunng. He came looking for Ma and Pa, but found me instead." She smiles sheepishly. Turning his attention back to me, Dargo smiles and says, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Carmen." "I can’t say the same, even if I'm forced to." "You rude piece of trash." Marielle remarks. "It is alright," Dargo says, his smile growing. "Come here, Carmen."

“You need to run, Luna. You need to hold on to him and run.” I heard her say as she encouraged her. Marissa, Tatiana, pushed her toward the window. I watched, paralyzed, as Evelyn leapt through it with Damon in her arms. Then the fire surged. I saw my Tatiana’s hands pressed against the glass, skin blistering, eyes locked on mine. And then… The floor gave way. Her body vanished into the flame. And all I had left was the sound of my men shouting, and the last memory of her eyes, filled not with fear, but with peace.

she said smiling. “Oh Maria you deserved it, so there is no need for all of this. You are one diligent and strong woman I've met in my life besides my mom, I would do even more if it were in my power to. So back to the reason you are here, Maria, the last five days have been the best days of my life in the past two years. Emma Addams the CEO of the company is an excellent person, she made sure I did not lack anything.” I paused trying to catch my breath.

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

I added. Matt let out a sharp laugh just as the door opened, and Mariam, his personal assistant, walked in carrying a silver tray with two steaming mugs. Mariam was a married woman in her late forties, and she had been working for Matt’s father long before Matt took over. She was the only person in this building who wasn't intimidated by him. In fact, Matt’s father had specifically kept her on because Matt had a habit of trying to sleep with every young secretary he hired.

"With the cooking, I mean. I'm not great in the kitchen, but I can learn." Silence stretches between us like a chasm. Finally, a middle-aged woman with graying brown hair steps forward. She's pretty in a wholesome way, with laugh lines around her eyes that aren't laughing now. "I'm Marie," she says politely. "Beta Damon's mate." "Clara." I attempt a smile. "I know this is unusual…"

I don’t know really, but you need to look at this. Beneath it was a link. My stomach dropped. I tapped it before I could think better of it. The video loaded instantly. The title blared across the screen: “Maria Mendez Speaks: The Dark Side of Damien Rothchild.” Maria Mendez. Isabelle’s closest friend. I remembered seeing her at charity galas years ago, always loud, always trying to make herself relevant. The interview opened with Maria sitting across from a host I recognized from daytime television, crocodile tears shimmering beneath studio lights.

I could see the words tightening his throat. "Ready to go?" Endall asked. His hand settled on the back of my chair, a subtle but firm claim of territory. "Absolutely," Marie chirped, missing the tension entirely. She grabbed Adam’s arm and steered him back to the SUV. "Come on, darling. Stop being a statue. We’re on vacation!" The rest of the day became a blur of picturesque streets and high-end boutiques. Marie was the perfect companion — enthusiastic, curious, and kind. She was like an old friend, making sure I was included in every conversation.