Marie: A True Story Novels & Stories

PREVIOUSLY ON HEAT VOL.2... "How's Megan?" Janet asked as Marie sighed, "I honestly don't know anymore," she said as Janet furrowed her eyebrows, "What do you mean?" She asked as Marie shook her head, "She's hooked over this guy, Jake, got arrested for breaking into his house, planting cameras," she explained as Janet scoffed, "Well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree," she said as Marie rolled her eyes.

I couldn't let another night pass without knowing she was ok. "Capo! Do you want me to bring a message to your prisoners?" Marie stood in front of the doorway with soup and drinks. "What are you doing Marie?" "Oh, just a little snack for everyone. It's been a long day." She smiled at me, but I saw the lie. She was getting them food even though I never ordered it. They were prisoners, not guests. "I want to see her, move!" I ordered. "Oh Capo, they are all very upset. Maybe we should calm down some and you could check on them in the morning. Why don't I draw you a nice bath?"

It was a very relaxed smile which made Marie more anxious. “But I don’t have any secret,” I muttered. The moment Marie heard that, she acted like she was about to go crazy. In a low tone, she muttered, “Your contract marriage, Natasha. Why can’t you remember? It’s not as if you’re suffering from Alzheimer.” “What contract marriage?” I asked. “I am married to Bruce Stamford and it’s real. Why would I go into a contract marriage? It’s not as if I’m bored of real relationships.” “Is this it? Do you intend to act like it’s untrue, huh?” Marie asked angrily.

“You go first, your current impression about me. I will confirm.” “The way you just spoke. You remind me about a man I trusts. Tell me the truth Maria. Why did you help me.” Annie watches her with tension building within her. “Senior Casey. My first husband.” She said frankly. “You are married to my husband’s grandfather?” The shock washing over her was visible. She can only sit there watching as Maria quickly pour water into a glass filled with sugar. The older woman forced her to drink the mixture. “Yes, we were married but we parted ways according to the rules of the Sisterhood of the flesh.”

“Mr. Cross please, what happened? Why are you dragging her this way… she… she’s pregnant. You might hurt her. Whatever happened, we can talk about it, please just—” “If you don’t want to lose your job, you’ll seal your mouth, Marie,” he said, not looking back at her. She didn’t say a word after that. I looked back at her over my shoulder, tears already blurring my vision. “Marie—” “Keep moving,” he said. As we reached the top of the stairs, I tried to pull back, grabbing the railing with my free hand, resisting with everything I had. “Please—take a moment and listen to me, Mr. Cross. I’m pregnant, please, just slow down, just—”

he mocked. Marie laughed at him and all the stupid things she'd done simply to be with Axel. Three years ago, she chose to resign from the firm and return to her friend's house, where she disclosed the truth about her actual identity and the death of Marie. Mr. and Mrs. Castillo found it difficult to accept the reality, but after Marie had to take care of the couple they gradually accept it, then she promised that she will treat them as her true parents. They did not agree at first, but after she convinced them, they finally agreed and have been living with her for the past few years.

"They went after me in every possible way when I had a brain tumor. I had a terminal condition, and I couldn't handle any kind of stress. You hurt your head and somehow forgot all about this. But I remember. Jonathan remembers," Maria said to Richard. Richard didn't say anything. He thought of the strange things Jonathan and Maria had said. They had said he and Eleanor had been married. They had also said that he and Maria had only met recently. But that clearly wasn't true.

“They are. And, because of that, they were almost married once” Angela's eyes widened at her statement “Married?” she asked and Marie nodded again. “When? How?” Marie held her hand gently and said “I'll really love to tell you but I feel like it's Tristan’s story to tell.” Angela sighed in disappointment, she was really looking forward to hearing the rest of the story but Marie patted her back gently and said.

The man I loathed. I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind spinning. This couldn't be happening. I'd escaped this world once—the arranged marriages, the business alliances sealed with blood and family ties. I'd built a life away from all of it, only to be dragged back in the most permanent way possible: marriage. Was this all I amounted to? A toy for bargain? A knock at the door pulled me from my spiraling thoughts. "Go away," I called, not caring how brittle my voice sounded.

Martha started but stopped as she did not know how to tell her daughter that she hadn't told the Geranos about her rejecting the marriage. "Mom, what are you hiding?" Charlotte asked suspiciously seeing how nervous her mother was acting. "They do not know that you've already rejected the marriage," Martha finally revealed. "What?" Charlotte screamed so loud that her voice echoed in the hallway. "Why haven't you informed them yet? she asked, not bothering to hide her irritation. "Well, I was going to tell them till I met Sebastian," Martha confessed. Charlotte's eyes widened with shock. "You've already met Sebastian?" "Yeah, I met him before you arrived." She got closer to Charlotte and held