Maria Victoria Henao Book Novels & Stories

"This contains the original documents. Bank transfers from Victoria. The real hotel video. Everything. I came here to give it to my daughter and to Damian in front of all of you." Reporters surged forward. Microphones thrust toward them from every side. Victoria appeared at the top of the stairs in her silver gown. Her smile froze on her face. Theo and Sarah stood just behind her, suddenly very still. Maria climbed the steps until she stood directly in front of Victoria. "You told me you would protect my daughter if I stayed quiet," Maria said, her voice shaking but strong. "Instead you used me to destroy her. I am done being your pawn." She turned and handed the envelope to Elena.

Hell, all I could think right now was the way his skin had felt and the way his mouth had tasted. I was hungry. Starving for Tohr, for my mate. -Mara-. My name echoed through my head almost painfully. And it certainly wasn't Tohr's voice that did it. I jerked my head up from the book that Nerrian had been translating to help me learn their history and their language. -Sorry! - I responded back, burying my thoughts deep.

"Good night pogi." Luciano closed his eyes until Maria continued reading. There wasn't a chapter that didn't bring tears to his eyes. Everything about her was stated in the book. How he and Victor started. After a few hours, Maria caught herself almost falling asleep reading. He got up and moved. One sitting and he wants to finish the book. "I'm sorry," Maria whispered while reading some letters that Victor had collected during his six years in prison. Maria cried and kissed the book of her life. When the girl turned to the next chapter, she saw that it was torn. Maria felt a snake and went out to look in the trash to see if the maid had thrown away the extension.

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.

“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.”

C. "What are you doing calling me from the States?" Mateo asked, a small smile touching his lips. "I am not in the States, darling," Victoria laughed, the sound sharp and confident. "I just landed in Spain. I am back in Madrid for a major corporate merger, and I expect you to host me properly. Let's get a drink tomorrow night and talk about old times."