Marie: A True Story Novels & Stories

“Like I said, her name was Marie and she loved to dance. She would’ve loved to teach you…” Wait. She loved to dance… I look up and Bhyron’s fierce gaze collides with mine. It’s obvious that we’re both thinking the same thing. Marie loved to dance. Which can only mean one thing — she was the dancing bride back at King Murder’s trafficking ring. The dancing bride is dead. “Well, we won’t believe jack shit of what you’re saying until we see proof, so go back to your car and bring us evidence.” To my surprise, King Murder nods confidently. He snaps a finger and one of his minion appears with a plastic folder filled with documents. The documents are handed to Bhyron’s guards who in turn passes it

“You can’t keep protecting me from shadows I don’t even understand. If he’s alive, I have the right to know him. If he’s dead, I have the right to mourn him.” Marie’s shoulders sagged. Her mug slipped from her hand, shattering on the kitchen floor. She didn’t flinch. She finally lifted her eyes, hollow and haunted. “Your father’s name was Jade,” she said slowly. “He wasn’t like the others. He was... broken, Hunted and Angry. But when he loved me, it was real.” Alina swallowed the knot in her throat. “So what happened?” Marie shook her head. “I told him I was keeping the baby. That I wasn’t going to run from it, even if it meant danger. He said he’d protect us, He promised.”

Zayne screamed at her. “Well, long enough to know that you guys aren't humans,” Marie said, shrugging her shoulders as she quietly sat down on the sofa. She poured herself some wine which she gulped down. Zayne began to fume with anger. Frederick gave him a sign, telling him to calm down. “But it's fine with me…I mean, your secrets are totally safe with me, as long as you save me, as long as you help me out of this hellish place.” Marie uttered, her eyes became bloodshot red, slowly getting clouded with tears.

"I will tell you the whole story right from the start." The people who were left in the room stalled just to hear what had happened. The news about Marie that had been making rounds sixteen years ago was that she was tired of the marriage and fled; no one could actually pinpoint what led to her disappearance. There were even more rumours about her being dead; if not, her disappearance made no sense to anyone.

Giggling, Kelly winked at her and went to her desk to work. Marie arrived a few minutes later and practically danced into the room. "What are you so happy about?" Kelly asked as she sat down. "I got to fuck your husband," Marie said in a sing-song voice. She turned and grinned at Kelly. "I know, everyone saw you," Kelly replied. "Tramp," she added playfully. Marie grinned. "I take it you enjoyed him?" Kelly asked. "God," Marie said, rolling her eyes back into her head. "I don't know if I've ever had an orgasm that powerful."

Hello? “Marie” the doctor calls. “I am sure everything is set. You just need to go and meet him, pretend like Nolan betrayed you, and then plead with him to accept you back” I breathe deeply, nodding. “Alright, plead with him? I'll do that” I say “Yes. You have to make him believe you. You have to make him think Nolan betrayed you, we can create false evidence, I'll try thinking about one. Make him think he's your only option”

On Valentine's Day, Felix had brushed me off with the same old excuse about "family obligations", making sure no one let the truth slip. But that evening, an anonymous message popped up on my screen. "Live stream link—Felix Valentino and Lilian Fenati's Wedding." I clicked it. The screen lit up to reveal a grand, solemn ceremony, filled with mafia dons from Solara. My blood turned to ice. Three months earlier, Lilian had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. She'd made her announcement at a family gathering.

A friendly personality, always smiling—that figure was no longer to be found by her. There was only a cold, untouchable, and rough figure that she now encountered—a figure who desperately wanted to make her suffer continuously. Her heart could not lie that there was still a tiny spark of feeling that might continuously grow if she stayed with the man. Tears flowed down her cheeks, which she instantly wiped away. "Renata... where are you," Melvin mumbled in his sleep, making her tears instantly flow uncontrollably again. She had never imagined that the man forced her to marry him simply because his lover had left a week before the wedding. She had not imagined that there was a third person in

She kept shaking her head, barely able to get the words out. Elliot lunged at me, trying to slap a hand over my mouth. "You're lying! Piper, don't listen to him! He's a liar—" "Get away from me!" Piper shoved him so hard he slammed into the floor. She didn't even look at Elliot. Her bloodshot eyes stayed locked on me. Like she was seeing me for the first time. She took one slow step after another, her voice raw, shaking with desperate hope. "Marco... was it all true? That kidney... was it really yours? And... you knew about the abortion?"

He was married… to Isabella, my best friend, no less. I thought I was doomed. Completely, utterly doomed. Eric Graves appeared, like a flicker of hope cutting through the darkness in my life. I had thought how could I possibly be good enough for him? He was the most powerful mafia leader in New York City, and I was just a woman with a record, nothing but shattered pieces to offer. But Eric told me to never worry about being good enough, that he loved me for who I was. Now, standing here, I realized that I had married the very monster who had made my life a living hell.