Maria Menounos Book Novels & Stories

Cleo, on the other hand, had a predatory glint in her eye that usually meant she had a secret to spill. "You look exhausted, Ti," Mari noted, pulling back. Her icy blue eyes, usually sharp and discerning from her role as C.O.O. at Masemann Books, held that deep-seated weariness that only came with motherhood. "And your hair... honey, did you walk here through a wind tunnel?" "I fell asleep on the couch," I defended, reaching up to smooth down a stray curl. "I was reading the Taylor manuscript. It’s eight hundred pages of metaphors about existential dread."

Maria raised her hand, interrupting me before I could speak, which only made me more annoyed. I glared at her fiercely, but she remained unfazed, continuing her monologue. "No matter how many wonderful memories Louis and I shared in the past, it's now history. I am now Prince Liam's wife and Prince Chris's mother. I am not as ruthless as Evans, thinking it's normal to force a woman to marry her deceased husband's brother. Such unethical behavior will surely be punished by the Moon Goddess." Perhaps it was mentioning her son Chris that made Maria's tone genuinely sincere at this moment.

My world had narrowed to the woman standing at the apex of the Grand Staircase. Maria looked like a ghost that had clawed its way back to the land of the living. Dust matted her hair, and her gown—the one she’d worn to look like the perfect heir—was shredded and gray. But as she stood there, backlit by the flickering chandeliers, she didn't look broken. She looked like a queen who had just survived an assassination. In her hand, she gripped the encrypted drive. The Moreno Ledger. The digital soul of a monster.

Afterward, I remove the sheet covering my legs and get up completely. "MIMO!" I hear her yell again. "WAKE UP!" "I'm already awake!" I yell back at her while walking going to the bathroom. My name is Maria Isabela Monedero, known as Mimo, my nickname given by my late mother. My story life is like cinderella because her mother died and she got a stepmother and two lovely fucking stepsisters. Like me but the opposite, I have a sweet stepmother who has taken care of me since I was five years old. I'm lucky to have her, and I treat her as my real Mom. I also have two adopted older twin brothers named Jean and Jason. They are two years older than me, and despite being twins, they are super hot.

The man was stunned and looked excited. "Okay okay, what's that?" They left the bookstore and walked to the mall at the same time. Victor took the book out of his bag. "This one, philosophical poetry about hmm... I won't say first." He promised and handed over the book. "Why don't you say?" The woman even looked at the book. "The Alchemist by Paolo Coelho? Wait, he's the writer of Veronika Decides to Die, isn't he? This is my brother's favorite author," voice from Maria.

I could accept Vincenzo taking back his love, but he would have to repay what he owed me in full. "I'm getting a divorce," I said. "What?" Marco exclaimed from the other end of the line, startled. "What are you talking about, Freya? Aren't the both of you in love? And besides—" "And he's having an affair," I cut in, my voice calm as if I was describing someone else's problem. "He has a mistress named Lina. She's an art student, and she looks a little like me." "That's impossible!" Marco's pitch flew. "Don Corleone isn't that kind of person. His feelings for you—"

My fingers curled slightly against my palm. If this was a coincidence, it was a cruel one. And if it wasn’t… then Adrian hadn’t told me everything. Maria walked back to the table. “I’ve placed the order. Ten minutes,” she said, settling back into her seat with an easy grace, like this was just another pleasant afternoon for her. “Thank you,” I replied, nodding. My voice sounded normal. She picked up her glass of water and took a sip. “First day here can feel overwhelming. Greece has a way of doing that.”

Doreen’s lip curled in a sneer of pure, unadulterated contempt. "Marie was a Luna who lived in a trance of her own making. She didn't refute you because she wasn't living in the same world as you. She was a ghost you kept in a library. Is that what you want, Noah? A ghost? A woman who nods while you walk off a cliff?" "I want a wife who follows suit!" I stepped closer, my shadow looming over her.

Elysia paused, leaning in just as she heard the name of the book, but unlike some years ago, where panic usually set in, she remained calm, collected. “The woman he could never love?” She raised her gaze to meet that of Orion, tapping her foot on the floor. “What about it?” A huge sigh made its way out of Orion's mouth, and he turned back, running a hand through his hair. “Did you write that book, based on real life events?”

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