Marie: A True Story Novels & Stories

I smiled. He crossed his legs, this time not on the coffee table. "Why? Yes, I did." Cocky bastard. I opened my mouth to swear at him but was stopped by a distinct accented voice. "È molto tempo che non ci vediamo Alessia (Long time no see Alessia)" Mariano said as he entered the booth. I shook my head while smiling. Mariano owned the Santa Maria. He was a tall well built man. His muscles were exaggerated by his tight T-shirt and leather jacket. His head was full of neatly tousled jet black hair. His face was sharp and defined with light stubble.

I know some art and I think it was made by a popular artist. “It was a painting made by the youngest painter that’s been awarded internationally multiple times now, Marie Herna.” Bennedix stopped walking and looked at the painting presented at the stage. The abstract is extremely elegant to look at but if you stare at it for a while it will be just a simple picture of lines and shape. It’s insincere. Marie Herna? I heard about her when I was watching some random videos on MeTube. She was 15 when she created her first art that she submitted as her project in Contemporary Art subject. Her teacher was fascinated by it and tried to submit it to a contest until it became her debut.

I inwardly seethed as I watched Maria Let out a laugh at Carlos praising Aimee's paella dish with exaggeration. I clenched my jaw. It was sickening to even watch as I refilled my glass. "Lorenzo tells me you saved Maria's life, may I ask for the story?" Aimee asked, placing a whisky refill to his glass. Carlos looked to Maria Asif asking her for permission to talk. " I-i" Maria stuttered, a look of panic taking over her face. "I mean you don't have to, it's just I'd like to know what happened to her whilst she was away" she added.

The pregnant Piper Steele waits in line just to get two tickets for a night ride on the Ferris wheel. But while waiting, she spots her husband, Harvey Ludlow, walking out of City Hall with his first love, Cecilia Tanner. She secretly checks with one of the staff, only to hear that her own marriage certificate is a forgery. Overcome with shock, she suffers severe abdominal pain and miscarries the baby. The doctor, however, says the miscarriage is caused by an overdose of hormone medication. Ever since Piper became pregnant, the only medicine she takes is the folic acid tablets Harvey brings to her every day. She clings to the barest sliver of hope—until she's informed that the tablets in t

"T-this can't be…" Emma's voice was thick with fear, and her hands wouldn't stop shaking. "No! This is impossible! Nathan wouldn't break up with me! We were supposed to register our marriage today!" Emma screamed, then angrily tore the agreement into pieces. As the pieces scattered across the floor, she suddenly remembered that she had stood him up once again today. She was supposed to register their marriage, but then Keegan had called her away. "Nathan must be mad because of this. It must be that," she whispered to herself.

She stared at me flatly. “It pains me to see my wife—” “Jesus Christ. It even sounds absurd coming from you. You paid her to be your wife. Does that even count? Is that even a real marriage?” “Yes. We got married—” “I know where it happened, young man. If you’re here to convince me to forgive Maverick, you are wasting your time.”

Then, it hit him that he had only ordered his men to remove her, not specifying where. Apparently, they had simply thrown her outside. "Mom, keep your voice down! What if someone hears?" Angelina panicked, Maria retorted, "What about it? Everything we did was for your own good." "But..." "But what? Hiring fake kidnappers, having Antonio ambush the scene to create chaos... You instructed these things!" Henson's hands began to shake; every word struck his heart like a hammer. Maria's voice grew sharper as she hissed, "Remember what happened back then? Swapping Leo and Vincenzo's DNA samples, forging the paternity report, paying off the dock workers to create that 'accident'... None of this was

She tightened her grip on Adam’s arm, her eyes sparkling with malicious glee as she surveyed David. "You must be the infamous ex-husband. The one who... what was it? Let his sister-in-law move into the marital home?" David stiffened, his humiliation deepening. "That’s just gossip! You don't know the true story." "I don't need to," Marie said dismissively, waving a hand. "I have eyes. I can see the way Alice is looking at you. Like she's seen a ghost." She turned to me, her expression shifting to one of overly dramatic concern. "Alice, you're shaking. Did he scare you?"

Giovanna rolled her eyes and took my hand, leaning her head on my shoulder. “Marcello is gone. I'm getting married to Raphael.” “Yes, we know. He challenged your brother twice to protect you. He’s a good man, not just suitable for our lifestyle. We can’t afford to give our family secrets to someone that can’t accept them in the first place.” The third aunt said coldly, looking directly into my eyes. I stared back plainly, knowing she was only being tough. “You don’t even know him, Marietta. He would do anything for me, as I would for him. He faced the Russian mafia for me.” Giovanna protested but her aunt shook her head disapprovingly.

“Marie is in the hospital,” reported Cris to Sherly. Even if the maid Marie is stubborn, she’s a good friend to Cris. That’s why when the news about her accident reached the ears of the Fabroa’s maids, Marie’s closest friends felt so worried, including her former roommates.