Marie Sanchez Novels & Stories

After shutting the door, Caroline sat with Marie on the sofa and asked, "What would you like to ask?" Marie sighed. "Ms. Shenton, I don't understand why my daughter-in-law dislikes me so much." Caroline was rendered speechless. Marie said, "I served a few rather reputable families in Angelbay, and I make a few thousand dollars monthly. I also speak a little Ylesirese." Caroline said, "Is your daughter-in-law academically gifted? Where is she working now?"

"Sorry, I skipped the introduction, it's I, Marie Tanner, your husband's pregnant mistress!" "Oh, it's you, you can go to hell with him for all l care. We are divorced!" Lisa blurted and hung up angrily. "What?! A divorce! What a dump woman! Wow! The world is mine! Alexander Peterson is mine and only mine to feast on," Marie laughed and touched her stomach. "You poor thing, you've got to be happy for mum. I will kill him, save him, kill him and save him again and again before I finally eat him up!" She said and her laughter echoed through the building.

ZESA RUSSO Marie was seated inside of my office waiting for me when I came in. I’d seen her a couple of times during the past few months. She wore a sheer mesh puff lantern sleeve colorblock butterfly print dress with a brown purse and black heels. She came up to me for a hug, after which she acknowledged Finn with a nod of her head. She put both hands on my shoulder, beaming. “It’s so good to see you like this. So healthy and without that ugly cast.”

Her enthusiastic mood diminished when she heard her boss' voice in the reciever. "Kindly bring the proposal documents for tomorrow's board meeting. " "Yes sir." She replied as she replaced the reciever. She picked up the proposal documents, neatly arranged them and rose from her desk. Hesitatingly, she said a short prayer, turned the door knob and opened one of the two huge pair of doors. A white carpet spread through the spacious office. The large windows showed a wide view of the city. The mahogany shelves and file cabinets were full of books arranged neatly. He stood at one of the shelves engrossed in one of Christopher Columbus' diaries. He closed the books and addressed her.

Two of my warriors—Blaze and Rowan—step out of the trees behind me. They freeze. They look at me. Then at her. Then back at me. Blaze mouths silently, Did our Alpha just propose to a human? Rowan whispers, “Is he sick? Cursed? Should we call the healer?” I want the ground to swallow me. My mate stares at me like I’m completely insane. Then she says the words that shatter my pride in the dumbest way possible: “No. I don’t marry kidnappers or shirtless men!” She turns to run.

and my dignity as a woman. Luckily for me, that idiot Sánchez apparently spotted me by chance at the mall and planned everything on the fly. When I first saw him, I thought he worked under Luca’s orders, but it looks like my ex doesn’t care to come looking for me... or maybe he’s scared of the Bianchis’ power. They didn’t ask me more uncomfortable questions. They left me alone to rest. Still, my stomach was a mess. I could feel the aftershocks of panic, the desperation of calling for help and hearing nothing on the other end.

“If her husband decides to knock you out, I won’t even bat an eye.” “Saint Vittori, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Santiago,” I said and shook his hand. “Call me Miguel, please, we’re practically family.” He greeted Kaelis as well, a bit more reserved. “How is your lovely aunt?” “Still happily married to the Russian,” I said. “Such a pity,” Miguel said. A beautiful woman walked toward us, her smile genuine and warm. She had laugh lines around her eyes, but it didn't take anything away from her looks. “Welcome. I’m Marisol Santiago.”

“Maybe he felt sorry for her. I mean, look at her. She has a scar on her face and the bandages are still wrapped around her arms and legs. Like seriously… far from perfect.” A third tilted her head, gaze sharp. “Maybe he was curious… did he sleep with you? enjoy your presence?” I didn’t respond. Silence, I reminded myself. Silence keeps you breathing. Then someone moved. A chair scraped softly against the floor as a girl slid into the seat beside me, close enough that I startled despite myself. “I’m Maria,” she said quietly. “You don’t need to worry, I am not going to hurt you.” The room stilled.

She patted his cheeks, smiled and planted a soft kiss on his lips. “How is that? How about I warm your bed tonight?” Marie offered, leaving Zayne a bit stunned. Marie was the top stripper in the club, and it will cost thousands of dollars just to hear her sing. Her voice was deemed the most beautiful in the whole of San Francisco. Truth to be told, listening to her voice alone is enough to send calming waves down one's spine. Zayne was surprised that Marie was actually offering to spend the night with her despite her high value in the club.

But her eyes still held intelligence, and when she spoke, her voice carried the careful precision of someone who'd decided cooperation was her best option. “My real name is Maria Santos,” she began, glancing between Killian, me, and the federal prosecutor who'd arranged this meeting. “I'm twenty-six years old, from Barcelona. I've been working as an actress for eight years.” “When did Eleanor Wolfe contact you?” the prosecutor asked. “She didn't. Not directly.” Maria's hand moved to rest on her belly. “I was hired through a talent agency in Madrid. They said an American production company needed someone for a private performance. Rich family drama, they called it.”