Marie Lu Novels Novels & Stories

But then the photos. I stared at them for a long time. Maria. Stepping out of a private car in London. With Luca. And another one of her getting into a different car. With him again. That same day. There was no record of both of them flying back to New York. At least nothing official, anyway. I dropped the file and leaned back into the chair. I couldn’t shake the image of Maria tonight. She looked... different. Better. Stronger. More confident than I remembered.

She decides to read one of them aloud as there’s plenty of time and nothing else to do. Mariah starts reading “Dance of thieves” to Mr. Denis and she enjoys it herself as well. It’s a book about war for power among kingdoms and about fierce women. Mariah likes the book and doesn’t even realize that she’s been reading it for hours, when suddenly she feels an itchy feeling in her throat. So she puts down the book, drinks some water, injects some medicines and them checks up on the vitals. Mariah sits down and stares at the lifeless figure in front of her.

"What exactly did Chairman Lu leave her?" The noise became deafening. Yet Mia heard none of it. Because suddenly, everything began connecting. The missing pages. The hidden clauses. The strange warnings. The secrets surrounding the marriage contract. Grand Aunt Lu's words. Be careful, child. A chill ran down her spine. Chairman Lu hadn't simply arranged a marriage. He had built a shield around her. Layer after layer. Protection after protection. And someone desperately wanted that shield destroyed. The realization terrified her. Because she still didn't understand why.

She rolled her eyes at me as she opened the door, “Well no one would believe you even if you came out to say that, bitter lilith.” To think we used to be close when we were younger was something that felt unreal whenever I thought about it. And right now, we were just the Belluci women who got compared each day, side by side by everyone. While Yara was the Angelic Belluci, whom people saw as the pure, cute, innocent and handworking billionaire Belluci that had a successful brand, I was the Lilith Belluci, the ruthless, always on edge woman who needed to get laid, had the most sour expression, heartless and who had taken over half of her father’s Mafia business, because of reasons best known

And I didn’t know if I could ever cross it again. But worse than Marcus’s coldness was Luke’s shadow still lingering in my heart. His words, his touch, his fire. And deep down, the question that haunted me more than any betrayal. Was this the end of my marriage... or just the beginning of something I couldn’t escape?

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The dust in the air clearing and holey shit. The once calm atmosphere was now catastrophic our guests a mix of panic and lifeless body parts. A once extravagant dining table blown into millions of pieces, Blood, screams, fear. My eyes landing on a lifeless body pinned to the floor by a large splinter of wood through the mans chest, that man was Lorenzo. I see Death. This can’t be, this cannot be. Maria’s pov- I felt pain in my head, my skin was stinging. I looked down at myself, my arms and hands covered in miniature slices. My fingers instinctively going to my face, gliding over the stinging skin. I don’t understand, what was happening.

It was now close to 11pm. Me: Hi beautiful are you still awake? Marianna: Hi Manny, yes I am still awake. Why are you awake this late? me: Oh you know just working on this case, why are you still awake Ma'am? Marianna: Honestly, because I miss you, it feels weird to sleep alone now.... Me: Really? I am flattered, I miss you too Marianna. Marianna: You should try to get some sleep sir! Me: What are you wearing?

CHAPTER ONE — THE NIGHT RETURNS Liana Elizabeth Rose woke like a woman dragged out of the grave. A choked gasp tore from her throat. Her back arched. Her nails clawed at the sheets. For a split second, she had no body just terror, cold metal, and the echo of her last breath inside a prison cell. Then the world snapped back into place. Silk sheets. Warm air. A bedroom unchanged by time. Her chest rose and fell in vicious, uneven heaves. She stared at the chandelier overhead its crystals scattering soft light over a space she had not seen in years. A space she should never see again.

All the nights of binge watching ‘The Conjuring’, ‘It’ and ‘Rosemary’s Baby’ came rushing back to her like a smothering tidal wave. She had a hard time finding the switch, her hands were shaking too much but finally, the porch light went on, spilling a warm yellow glow onto…Jane! Of all people! “Open the door! It’s me, Jane!” A chorus of four letter words exploded from Marie’s lips and she threw the tissue box away to yank open her door. “What in the world! Oh…” A cheque flew in her face and Marie blinked and her eyebrows twitched. It was a one million dollar cheque with her name on it. A ONE MILLION DOLLAR CHEQUE!