Novel & Cerita Marie Force Fatal Series

he said, gesturing toward the door behind me, “is you protecting the man who caused those tears in the first place.” “He didn’t cause them,” I snapped softly, my patience thinning. “You saw the end of a moment, not the entire story.” Asher stepped closer, his frustration thick in the air between us. “I watched my sister break down in our living room because she said she couldn’t survive another day in that marriage,” he said, his voice lowering but losing none of its intensity. “Now I walk upstairs and find the man responsible unconscious in your bed like he belongs there.” “He showed up drunk and barely standing,” I replied, forcing calm into my tone. “Leaving him outside would have been cr

"Yes, and I found out that day, you know, that I almost marry that woman. God, I'm so thankful that I found out before I married that bitch, or I will regret my whole life." "That's why I wondered you didn't go crazy after what happened." Jayson hissed at Felix's comment, and I chuckled. "I was wondering how you recovered so fast after the tragic incident, and Grandpa Phil is still in a coma, but I saw you return to your normal life, and I noticed you always smiled compared to before; it's because you married the love of your life." "Our marriage didn't start in a good term. Grandpa just forced us. He wrote it in his will. He will give all his assets to charity If I don't marry Mara before t

“I'm not forcing you to take any specific decision, I'm just showing you the fastest way possible because I've taking quite a liking to you.” “Let's do it,” I muttered steeling my heart. That was what I was supposed to do from the start instead of trying to marry her off to some nobody. The deal was a marriage alliance with one of the Wales sisters, no one specifically said it had to be Layla. And if Layla surprisingly disappeared months before the wedding, Ethan would have got married to me. Easy peasy lemon squezy. I was too soft from the start. It was time to get serious. “But kill her off quickly. I don't want her to feel more heart break than she already does.”

“Because I’m a fool Avery. That’s why. I’m a fool in love that hopes that if I stay, and remain useful, things will change. If I throw all these stupid picnics and parties, please all these pompous, cold hearted noblemen, it would increase his influence and then maybe, just maybe he’ll forgive me and come back to me.” I frowned. “Forgive you? For what?” All the light in Marie’s eyes seemed to suddenly vanish when she responded. “Forgive me for killing our children.” My breath caught in my throat. “Marie what are you talking about? You didn’t kill your children, you had two miscarriages! It wasn’t your fault!” I protested. Marie shook her head. “He blames me for it. He says a real woman shoul

The plan designed to keep maria safe with the off chance that something like this was to go wrong tonight. I pushed the door open making my way through the garage, and just like Diego I wanted blood. I want Trevisani blood. “I want eyes on them now” I fired an order again; Maria was in trouble I could feel it in my bones and the still parked car in the garage was only a confirmation of that. Lorenzo and Aimee where both dead. I did not know what plans Vince had for Maria but the thought of him near her had this dark rage come to the front of my fear.

Both of them looking at me from afar. "Help me!" I screamed to them, but they both looked shock. A red flow down me, started to pour. "She is having a miscarriage," The servant beside us, said looking at me. And holding on my arms, "She needs to see the doctor," She told them but they were get not moving. "Please!" She begged them, when finally Ace brother picked my hand up and kept it on his shoulder, "Stand up" He demanded and started to walk me hastily, I trying to walk but the cramp was just getting more bad. Taking me down to the car, he made me sit, and started to drive already, "Why parented to care now? Didn't you hit me on the gut so that I will loose the child?" I asked him, "I had

"You didn't beat her right, but you dropped her from the stairs on purpose and luckily for you she wasn't seriously injured or you'd be dead now." She opened her eyes in shock and said, "What are you saying! I didn't force her!" "She's lying! I can't do this to her!" He looked at her and said, "Now, forget our family, and forget us all. You can't come near us anymore, nor our money." He ignored her a little and pressed several numbers on the phone to speak softly and then hung up "Don't talk to me like I'm a money dog!" "You really are! Otherwise, why would you marry your rich lover's brother?"

The real Grace sat on the couch. Her hands were shaking. Her eyes were red. She said her sister's name was Marie. Marie was being released from the hospital in two days. Marie had promised to stay away. But Grace did not believe her. Luca asked why Marie would come back. Grace said because Marie was obsessed. With Luca. With Hope. With revenge. Eli asked if Marie knew where we lived. Grace said yes. Marie had visited the apartment. Years ago. Before Derek died.

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.

She thought back to three days ago in his study. He'd have killed her because of a slap. One slap. She wasn’t defending herself, she was wrong. But still, he could have been nice. Maybe slap her back, but not try to kill her. She recalled crying to bed. Tears streaming down her face while she stared at the ceiling as realization dawned on her, that she was to marry in three days. Now here she was, getting glammed up for the ‘big day’. She was just twenty four and she was already getting married. Not even to a man of choice, but to a Mafia’s Son. One who despises her with every fiber of his being. One who’d kill her without as much as a backward glance, a second thought.