Maria Victoria Henao Book Novels & Stories

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.

I stepped out of the car walking into the large office building,my heels clicked loudly on the tiles as I passed. "Hello miss Victoria, I'm the secretary to the governor ,my name is Maria Lopez." A hot blond women spoke with a fake plastered practice smile. Her dressing were too short making her look like a hooker walking in a strip club rather than a business woman. She introduced herself bringing out her hands out for me to shake which I didn't shook. She got the hint and kept her hands back to her side.

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

“You cleaned.” She slammed her hand down on the table. “Fernando, I don’t know what women you’re used to, but I’m not used to being cooped up all day.” “There’s shopping.” Maria Victoria shook her head. “There is more to life than shopping, and I swear, do not even try to tell me that all women like to shop. Yes, I like to shop, but not every single day, and in case you didn’t notice, I don’t like to wear clothes that are purchased.”

I asked while looking around her living room. "No, I haven't been able to go to the store, I've been sleeping all day" she yawned, I shifter her body to the side so I could lay her back down, "sir, I'll be ok you really don't need to do this" she insisted, as she could barely keep her eyes open. "Marianna, just go back to sleep, I'll be right back, ok? I'm going to borrow your keys so I can get back in ok?" it seemed I was winning her over as she no longer protested and just closed her eyes, with a small nod. I watched her for a minute or two before I left, 'such a stubborn beautiful creature she is.'

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.

I failed with Maria Clara and, now, looking out the window, I realize I failed with Maria Vitória too. I keep failing. Maria Vitória was there. Enrolled. Studying. Living her life. She didn’t look for me, nor did she avoid me—she simply existed on the margins. Discreet, as if she had learned to be invisible within her own home. Within my life. I saw her a few times, from a distance. Walking with her backpack slung over one shoulder, her badge crooked on her chest, headphones in. Determined eyes, furrowed brow. A familiar figure in a parallel reality.