Marie: A True Story Novels & Stories

Marie forced a smile and acted calm before answering, "Nothing. The dust got in my eyes earlier. I'm here to thank you." Woody waved his hand. "It's no biggie. You don't have to take it to heart. Although you're here to thank me, you don't seem to want to tell me the truth. Don't you have any sincerity at all?" Hurriedly, Marie denied it, saying, "I'm not—" However, Woody firmly interjected, "Then tell me the truth. Come in and tell me what happened." Guiltily, Marie carefully recounted the incident of how she'd ended up at the police station after she'd gone to return the drug.

she said calmly, “you should probably tell your men to stop pointing weapons everywhere. It ruins the atmosphere.” One of Creigh’s men scoffed quietly. Marie looked toward him without fear. “You’re nervous,” she observed calmly. “Which means either you’re inexperienced… or you’ve never been inside Victor Bennett’s world before.” The man immediately looked uncomfortable. Adrian almost smiled from the couch. Creigh continued staring at her carefully. “You really aren’t afraid.” Marie let out a soft laugh. “Afraid?” she repeated quietly. Then finally she looked directly at him. “I spent over twenty years married to Victor Bennett.”

I really didn't want to but I needed her love sick for me and I'm pretty sure the way I just jammed my dick down her throat had her second guessing how I felt about her. In reality I saw her for what she really was. A vile, selfless, demon that would happily sacrifice any man, woman, or child for her own benefit. I found her at one of my clubs recruiting girls. Marie looks to be a gorgeous woman with a wild and fun spirit. In reality she was finding young women to strung out on drugs and then prostitute out to the highest bidder. She did this for fun because she made enough from working for her cousin's books. Marie was the type that didn't like girls prettier than her so she took them down.

The ability to take what you want and make sure no one takes it from you. It wasn't long before I got noticed by the right—or wrong, depending on how you see it—people. Selling drugs turned into running crews and trying hard to prove myself, and that turned into building an empire. I made sure Marie had everything she needed, though she never asked for much. Always so quiet, so gentle. The exact opposite of me. But then she disappeared. Nearly nine years ago, her car went off a bridge in a small town near Manhattan. I remember the call—the panic, the frantic drive to the scene. Her car had been found, pulled from the river, but Marie? She was never found.

Paige said, all at the same time. Marie exhaled as she sank into the couch. There was no point delaying the truth. “I got married,” she said softly. “We signed a contract for a year.” Paige stepped closer first. “With Bruce Fox?” “Yes.” Paige's eyes widened. “Oh what have you done?” Marie sat upright, blinking. “What are you talking about?” Paige paced around, tapping her head frantically. “That man is a pervert, Marie. He pimps girls. Search for the Winston girls, you'll see it.”

Marie smiled fondly at the young girl. "I remember being your age with my first love. It's a wonderful feeling," Marie replied. "With Mr. Landley?" she asked. Marie's eyes widened. "Oh, heavens no! I met my husband years later. No, this was a farm boy from the village where I grew up. Dominic," Marie answered, remembering. "What happened to him?" Lena asked. Marie paused before answering. "He went off to sea, intent on finding a fortune for us. I never saw him again. I love my husband, he gave me my beautiful daughters, but...there's no one quite like your first," Marie said.

I forced myself to calm down, but now I realized something. I wasn't in a dream. I slept and woke up. That never happens in dreams, and even if it did. This felt too real. Coming to terms with my growing insanity, I picked my luggage and followed the queue out of the plane. It was well past midday. If this really wasn't a dream, then right about now, I should have met the man who would call me by my name and my last name. “Marie! Marie Genovese" a portly man called to me as he ran over to me to help me carry my luggage. Without thinking, I responded to him.

Simon poured out the truth to Marie. Marie couldn't believe her ears, "I don't trust any of you. Both of you are lying to me!” "Is there any need for us to lie to you at a time like this?" Margaret snapped back, "Why can't you just accept this fact?" "No! I don't believe you all!" Marie shrieked. If what they said was true, then it would mean that she had done her best to help Deborah's daughter and she had tried to kill Rowane, who was her own biological daughter. How could Marie accept the fact that she had plotted to kill her own daughter?

Slowly, Vector pulled me, so my head rested on his lap, and he sank his fingers into my hair. I closed my eyes, my chest heaving. "What else do you know about Marie?" "She was a stripper," he replied, his hand gently resting on my stomach. "She made money by dancing and went home to a wreckage that the meagre amount could give her. She was the perfect prey." "I don't want her to..." "Don't get involved, Red. I will see what I can do for you, but I am not promising anything." I looked up to his. He was looking down, his eyes slightly furrowed, his lips pursed.

Selene watched in panic, terrified that I might drop another bombshell. Facing the guests and the cameras, I offered a polite smile. "First of all, congratulations to Ms. Liraine and Mr. Riverton on their marriage and future success in business." I paused, then reached into my pocket and raised a marriage certificate high for everyone to see. "Secondly, I'd like to clarify something. Half a month ago, I already registered my marriage with my wife, Aria Grant. I'm here today purely as a guest—to offer my congratulations."