Lucky Marissa Stapley Novels & Stories

I miss you, Layla. Layla: I miss you too. Promise me that you'll give it a chance? Marissa: I promise. Layla: Call me when you can, ok? Marissa: I will. Layla: I love you, Marissa Marissa: I love you too. Don't give up on me Layla: I never will. We're besties for life. Marissa: Bye, Layla

The two security men Alec had posted sat silently by the door, barely blinking. “Hey,” she said softly. Miles pulled his headphones down. “Z! You home late. Did you see the news?” “What news?” “Some rich lady got exposed. They said she tried to sabotage someone’s company. They showed her in handcuffs!” Zara froze. He turned his iPad to her. There she was. Marissa Laurent, once pristine in pearls and power, now looking pale and cornered as reporters swarmed her. Zara’s phone buzzed. Alec: Safe now. Call when you can.

Lucky said excitedly while Marry narrowed her eyes, “ Forget it, We can't make our investors unhappy. I should rush up to see it, ” she said with worried eyes, “ If that so, then let me go there and fix it. You don't have to go there, ” Lucky added in a stern tone as he was smelling something fishy out of it. Marry smiled gently as she nodded, but the girl chuckled and added, “ But they asked me to send only You, Miss Marry, ” “ But.. ”

', she asked in her mind and smiled as she walked towards the elevator, ' ah, I'm totally smitten, I even seem to have so many gifts to give him, he'll nearly scream if he finds out that I've regained my memories through that', she thought to herself and giggled. The elevator beeped and opened, her eyes locked with the lady who seemed familiar inside. They stared at each other but hers was a dangerous glare. Her eyes look watery and displeased. Marissa quickly collected herself and stepped out of the elevator, " Hi, Clarisse." With hesitation and confusion on her face, she replied, "Hi, who are you? And how do you know my name?", " I am Christian's favorite, Marissa." Now she remembered wher

And as Antonio stands to pull out my chair it feels like my stomach is doing somersaults. “Come, my love. Let’s retire.” Oh no! Another punishment is waiting for Marissa. I wonder what the outcome will be of that?! Please leave a comment and vote if you like my story about Marissa and Antonio.

Von POV She found me in the study, reviewing Marcus's intelligence reports on Richard Hale. Twenty years of dirty secrets, compiled in neat folders. Bribes. Embezzlement. Affairs. Three illegitimate children he'd abandoned. A pattern of financial crimes buried under corporate complexity. "Catherine said you want to marry me," Marissa said without preamble. I looked up from the reports. She stood in the doorway like a general surveying a battlefield assessing threats, calculating angles, deciding whether I was ally or enemy.

Alejandro stated, displaying an image of Marisa on his smartphone. "Of course, boss. What's her name?" Stacey inquired, settling into her seat and unveiling her beloved black laptop. "Marisa," Alejandro replied succinctly, taking a seat on the plush black leather chair beside her. Stacey dramatically cracked her knuckles before commencing her diligent investigation. Her fingers danced across the keyboard with astonishing lightning speed, and her keystrokes were a testament to her expertise. A mere minute passed before she concluded the background check on Marisa, then she turned her laptop towards Alejandro.

He said, “Why don’t you give Stephen a call, madam? He can call Master Anthony for a chat.” Marissa took a seat on the sofa and replied, “Do you think I don’t want to? I can’t contact Stephen because he’s busy right now.” Charlie frowned without a word. Marissa was furious at the thought that Mable was about to marry Blair. “Mable is a bitch. I will get my payback when I return to Ashdale and reclaim power over the family.” She had not forgotten about Blair, too. Blair caused her father’s death! Marissa wanted them to pay.

She was glad he was okay. Afterward, Tessa went ahead to stand next to the restaurant's employees. There were quite a lot, and she stood next to the few she knew; Marissa. “Those bitches will pay for harming Mr. Gabriele. So don't worry, 'kay Tessa?” The extremely tattooed, rebel-looking but overly sweet Marissa whispered to Tessa. “I'm already working on it!” She snickered, recalling how successful she almost is in taking Maria's spot in being a ballet dancer of the W Empire, the biggest entertainment industry.

His words were a balm to her anxious heart, and she found solace in his unwavering support. As the wedding day drew nearer, Marissa decided to host a gathering to express her gratitude to everyone who had contributed to the celebration. She invited the villagers to her home, where they could share stories, laughter, and, of course, food. The courtyard was transformed into a vibrant space filled with colorful decorations, twinkling lights, and the sweet aroma of baked goods.