Romans & histoires Maddy Perez

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

But the way a man like Don Pero vanished, completely unaccounted for, in a world where every movement was monitored, screamed personal obsession. Her hand tightened around her glass. She lifted it carefully, drank a small sip, and smiled at Bianca. “Yes, everything must be perfect,” she repeated, almost to convince herself. A waiter approached, placing a sleek black envelope in front of her. She glanced at it, frowning. No emblem, no insignia—nothing. Her pulse quickened as she carefully opened it. Inside was a small, laminated card with a single number and the name: Lorenzo Martelli.

He was with Selena after all. Marty’s 16th birthday party. “Happy birthday buddy!” Jared replied. “Happy birthday Marty.” Selena said. “Thanks guys!” Marty replied. “Happy birthday bro!” MJ said. “Thanks sis.” Marty smiled. “Happy birthday babe.” Madison responded. “Thanks babe.” Marty kissed her. Yes, Maddi is dating Marty. Cheer captain and football running back. Cliche right? Every time MJ saw Jared and Selena together it made her heart ache. Her crush never seemed to fade. Erik and her friends helped to keep her mind off of it.

I don't think I can even go back to his penthouse. "So, this is Maddox Ventura, babe," she says suddenly, then motions for Maddox to shake my hand. "Maddox, this is my best friend, Sariel," she says, then gently pushes me toward Maddy. I turned to glare at her. This brat. If I didn’t already know Maddy, I would probably be thrilled. But since I know him, I think it's not excitement I’m feeling right now, but anxiety.

Nobody knows what the party is even for, according to the invites ‘we will all have to find out when we get there’. I sips on my drink, I am sitting alone even there I came here with Katie, Katie and Jake are somewhere in one of the hidden corners of the hall probably making out, that’s all they do all day, not like I’m judging… okay yeah I totally am. The light went dim and Maddison Perozo walked in with Delvin by her side. Her dress brought light to the dimly room, it was sparkly and as much as I would like to be a hater I can’t… it upsets me to say that the dress is actually beautiful.

Harper says brushing her long dark her over her shoulder and out of her face. Madison does a little dance twirl to show off her outfit. She is wearing a white crop tube top, rip jeans shorts showing off her long flawless legs and pink crocs that didn't look so ugly since it was decorated with charms, diamonds and pearls. Her honey blonde hair that I love is in the perfect natural curls that rested on her shoulders. Her big blue eyes look at our pretty half Indian cousin. "Of course babe, I age like fine wine." "You are 19 Maddy, not 60," I tell her. She was two years older than I am and three years older than Harper.

Their eyes constantly searched through the crowd, longing to see their daughter yet fearing her cold gaze. "She's here!" Someone gasped quietly, and the entire venue instantly fell silent. A perfectly tailored suit outlined Caio's tall, upright figure. On his arm was a woman wearing an emerald green evening gown. She wore no excessive jewelry, only a simple pearl necklace at her throat, but it set off her cool and noble temperament. The confidence and composure radiating from her bones made her seem like a completely different person from before. Gianna attended as the Madre of the Pace famiglia.

I look Jake up on his social media profile and bam, there she is… “Maddy Roe Shaw.”

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