Maria Victoria Henao Book 소설 & 이야기

Damn, I'm hype! "So, since you are our future front line assets, can you introduce yourself" He points his finger at me and looks with a quizzical face. I stand up and introduce myself. "I'm Maria Isabela Monedero. I'm 24 years old," Single and ready to mingle. "I love to write romance tragedy genres and have joined many contests before, but I'm embarrassed to say this. I never actually won any of them, but I always get in second place or third place." As I introduce myself, I notice four guys entering the room.

When she sees me, her knees will weaken before her mind catches up. Hector Reyes stole everything from me: my father’s life, my mother’s sanity, my childhood. Now, I will destroy his empire through his daughter. I’ve tracked Maria’s dreams of opening a therapy office, envisioning a sanctuary to "fix" broken souls. She doesn’t know I have it all planned: a corner suite on the third floor, with a window facing the park she loves. Once I’ve claimed her tonight—body and soul—I’ll infiltrate that space as a patient, mocking her profession to distract her focus. But that’s just the beginning. Project Phoenix, Hector’s clandestine deal with the cartels, is my true prize. I’ll plant whispers of his

WARNING- This chapter contains Sexual content. Maria's pov- He looked even more distraught than he did before he had told me his story. I don't blame him for what he had done. No matter what way I looked at it, he had saved me from a disgusting excuse of a man. I stepped forward placing my hands to his forearms. "You're not a monster Lucien, I thank you with everything I have for being my hero that night" I said, hoping to ease whatever tornado was running through his mind.

Victoria said coldly, "You're an ambitious, fickle villain that I'll never trust again. Others might not know about the things you did before becoming a monk, but I know everything. You've been heartless, so don't blame me for returning the favor." Matthias' face darkened. "Victoria, do you really want to burn bridges with me?" She ignored him completely, turning instead to Scarlett. "Listen closely, you little wretch. Your current stepmother, Maurice's second wife, Mia Hernandez, from the Southern Wilds, isn't the wealthy heiress she claims to be."

- No, but we could invent someone for a few days to escape from here, this will be a massacre. - Do you know who it was? - No, I don't. - All right Victoria, go and we'll get everything ready to go. Maria comes out of the darkness and had no better idea than to make a scene of jealousy at the least indicated time and place. But David Del Valle, not giving too much importance to the whims of his lover, explained that Victoria was a journalist, who had infiltrated the jungle of those savages to show the world how they really lived, and bring the evidence that savagery still exists. The escape was about to happen, but no doubt it would not be the same for everyone.

She couldn't look at it the way she used to anymore. So now Mrs. Lozano valued and treated Mia politely because of this person. Mia thought it was her story that impressed Mrs. Lozano, and she got even prouder. Started talking loudly in the crowd. Actually, when Mrs. Lozano first mentioned the investment direction, she felt guilty. The book she got from Victoria, she only half understood. Even though she could figure out some big events, it was just because she had memories from another life. She didn't know what the specific details were.

---> if you are interested in my work, please check out my novel The Starving Vulture. Available on A****n, $3.99 for the Ebook and $14.95 for the Paperback https://www.a****n.com/Starving-Vulture-Miguel-Monta%C3%B1a/dp/1951150899<---------

she said. Maria smiled. “You gave me the space to find it.” And as the vineyard bloomed, so did Maria. Not just as a mother. Not just as a wife. But as a woman who had found her voice. And shared it with the world. By December, Maria had completed her manuscript. She titled it The Quiet Vine—a collection of essays, poems, and reflections on motherhood, legacy, and identity. She sent it to a publisher in Manila, unsure what to expect.

Nathaniel said, his arm around her. "It's everything." Victoria opened the book to the first page. "For Margaret. Who taught me how to love." The reviews were glowing. Critics praised Victoria's honesty, her vulnerability, her refusal to sugarcoat the hard parts of her life. They called it a masterpiece, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. Readers wrote letters, sharing their own stories, thanking her for giving voice to their experiences. The memoir became a bestseller, a phenomenon, a gift to the world.

She decides to read one of them aloud as there’s plenty of time and nothing else to do. Mariah starts reading “Dance of thieves” to Mr. Denis and she enjoys it herself as well. It’s a book about war for power among kingdoms and about fierce women. Mariah likes the book and doesn’t even realize that she’s been reading it for hours, when suddenly she feels an itchy feeling in her throat. So she puts down the book, drinks some water, injects some medicines and them checks up on the vitals. Mariah sits down and stares at the lifeless figure in front of her.