Marie: A True Story Novels & Stories

Sandra and I went back as fast as possible to the reception. I was sweating as my life was under threat. Moreover, as I continued my work I became distracted. Endrick was busy with another girl and he wanted me to sign a marriage contract for what sake.Is it because I am not very okay with some kind of decision that I make so this made me very vulnerable? My emotions were being played with by Endrick.

I pinned her hair back to her ears. "And Marie?" she looked at me suspiciously. "Oh, well, Marie is a good nurse. She's being paid well for that job." I winked. Marie previously worked at Enzo's Pediatric Hospital. I hired her to care for Quinn's Grandmother at the Charity Clinic. "And the other Marie?" Her brows crossed, and she let go of me. She crossed her arms together. "Her real name is Maria Rosa Montanari. You can trust her. She's your private guard."

His mind is full of questions and I am not sure he is going to like the answers I have to give him. “Lucas, it is hard for me to explain… they…” how can I explain to Lucas that I am married now? I don’t want to tell him and yet I cannot hide something like this from him. He needs to know. I take a deep breath before I confess the truth to Lucas. “Those women were my sister and mother-in-law.” “What?! What do you mean by your mother-in-law? You got married?... Is this some kind of sick joke?” Lucas asks astonished and angry. “You must be joking! How could you do this?!”

"Ma'am, the networks are calling and asking if you'll make a statement. They're wondering if you know something you haven't shared with us." Marie spun slowly around. Her smile was sinister, her posture perfect, but there was something shattered behind it. "And what do you think, Ana? Shall I pretend to be a woman outraged by betrayal or one who mourns the fall of her formerly perfect family?" Ana hesitated. "I… I think they'll believe you either way." Marie's laugh was almost inaudible a scrape of glass against glass. "Yes," she whispered. "They always believe me." She stepped over to the desk, where the morning papers lay out. Her finger traced Fiona's picture on the front page tearful, de

Her eyes locked on mine with a promise that unsettled me. “You will regret this.” She dashed out of the house, slammed the door, and drove away. I stood there, silent, staring at the wreck she left behind. I had barely processed her storm when my phone chimed again. It was a message from the old cook at the beach house. The words froze me in place. Marie almost killed herself. She was pregnant. I fear she has lost the child. She needs to get to a hospital and leave this place. Come quickly, sir.

Marie asks, gathering the courage she needs to. “I don’t know all the details, but all I know is that Frank went to Lorenzo Parisi, he gave him the money and when Frank didn’t pay back as he wanted he kidnapped Grace and killed Frank after sending him to kill me,” I say and Marie gasps in horror with her trembling hand covering her mouth as her eyes widen and then she closes them shaking her head.

"Yeah, I am. So what? Don't waste your time crying. Perhaps you should think of a way to come up with the money for compensation. You're going to need to fish out about a million dollars in total. How sad. Without Clifford's help, and after being fired, you have no choice but to sell your house to pay up!" "You—" Marie tried to hit me in anger, but I grabbed her hand and pushed her away. I snapped at her, "Get lost! You disgust me!" Marie was utterly wicked. She did not feel guilty for causing a miscarriage, inflicting injuries, or even causing death. She went on with life as usual, thinking she wasn't in the wrong because she did not do it on purpose. When her patients wanted to defend them

I stumbled out of the hospital in a daze. The doctor had been smiling just moments ago, congratulating me on how healthy the baby was. Then, she casually asked, "When are you planning to register your marriage with the father?" I froze. I told her we had been married for five years. The doctor frowned and checked the system again. Finally, she turned the screen toward me. [Marriage Registration: None.] Five years ago, Enrico Salvatore slipped a ring onto my finger himself and told me all the paperwork had been taken care of. He said his position in the mafia made it inconvenient to go public.

Marie said, walking with him to the kitchen and taking a seat as he looked through the ingredients Sarah had prepped. “I thought dinner would be almost ready. I'm famished.” “Forgive me, Madam for not catering to my billionaire wife's demands.” “Apology not accepted. Chop chop, Mister.” Marie said, snacking on an apple as she watched him rinse his hands. Maybe telling Marie about what had happened with Sandra was the wrong course of action. Marie's insecurity would no doubt make things worse, not to mention that if the sleeping woman had no memory of the kiss, things would go downhill from there.

noticed her standing up, so he immediately stood up and followed her. He wants to talk to the woman who is messing with his mind. He got along with Mary, but the woman still occupied his mind. When Maria finished going to the restroom, she was surprised to see Primo enter the girl's restroom. "Wh...what are you doing here?" she asked, surprised by the appearance. "I just want to talk to you, Maria. Who are you really? Why does it seem like I've known you all along?" he asked. "Huh! I don't know what you're talking about. Can you go out as soon as I get out?" "I won't let you out of here until you tell me who you really are," Primo forcedly asked him. As if he's going to admit what he wants.