Marilyn Mason Novels & Stories

“I’m not trying to prove anything. I’m just saying I wouldn’t stand idly by.” “And what would you do, sis?” I shrugged. “Kick one of them in the balls. I don’t know. Something.” They shrugged me off as Harley walked over, her high heels clicking with authority on the wet asphalt. She drew up in front of Mason and swept her dark red hair over her shoulder. The smile she gave him would have made most men melt into a puddle of lust at her feet, but Mason simply stared down at her, that trademark glint of mystery in his eye.

(Mason) The Warren Global Foundation gala is on Saturday, and I’ve spent most of Friday afternoon trying to talk myself out of what I’m about to do. I’m not winning the argument. The argument keeps going like this. Mason. You’re a grown man. You own a mergers and acquisitions firm. You’re about to weaponize a twenty-six-year-old woman whose primary crime is being too sincere about wellness, in order to provoke a public outburst from the husband of the woman you’re in love with.

Katherine replied smoothly, offering a practiced smile. “Oh, darling,” Amanda murmured, eyes flicking down to the shoes. “They’re already here.” Katherine frowned. That’s when she heard the voice from inside the room. Female. Polished. Unmistakably East Coast. And familiar. No. No way. Amanda pushed the door open just wide enough, letting Katherine slip in. There she was. Evelyn Mason. Yes. That Mason. Sebastian’s mother. Chairwoman of Mason Equity Group. And possibly the most terrifying woman in a ten-thousand-mile radius.

Vera had seen this housekeeper’s face before, and she looked like a loyal and honest person. So, she went to the housekeeper directly and spoke up, “Madam Marilyn, can you do me a favor?” Madam Marilyn was a middle-aged woman about fifty years old whose ancestral home was in Dothmain. She had worked with her parents in the Carrick family since she was a child and was still single in her fifties.

Mason replied as he leaned against the bar. Carl nodded, fiddling with his fingers. Mason narrowed his eyes and asked, “Are you alright?” “Yeah. I am.” Carl replied.. “Are you sure?” “Of course.” “You don't seem to be alright. You've been aggressive and furious lately. You just broke poor Marilyn's heart.” “That was because she's been a pest. I hate to be pestered. She kept following me everywhere and expecting me to give her my time.” “That's because she was offering you an invitation. Besides, it won't take any of your time.” Mason corrected, a sigh escaping his lips.

"Please, don't do this. We're a family. Forgive and forget, Rosalie." I stop and tears rim my eyes, my heart breaks and there's another knock on the door, "Let go of her hand immediately, Mariah!" Grams warns before separating me from my mother. Grams nods, "Go ahead, open the door." I can see tears in Gram's eyes but she must be really good at holding them back because they don't drop. I open the door and see an officer standing beside the head of Sinclair security, Mr. Harper. "Hello, Rosalie. May we come in?" I nod and step aside for them to pass.

But no way. It is a miracle that she survived. Come to the hotel. Rachel was surprised to discover that the hotel's Linda set was advertised as the most gorgeous lady in the world, a large-scale costume drama produced by MK. Her heart sank suddenly. Is Linda Park participating in a MK drama this time? MK，James Smith. Thinking of that man, she felt chills all over. No, I can not. That man has a lot of time to deal with, and usually he won't come over for such a boot-up ceremony.

Maybe my father wasn’t entirely wrong about the benefits of this alliance. My parents come over to check in on us, with Marilyn Borran alongside them. Marilyn is almost seventy years old, black, with close-cropped gray hair, a plain suit, and sensible shoes. She’s got a calm and intelligent face. If you were stupid, you might think she’s a friendly grandmother type. In actuality, she’s one of the most powerful people in New York.

After I send everything, I start looking into the Marilyn woman, hoping that there may be clues online about where she spends time, performs, or lives. A quick internet search brings her up: Marilyn Hartley, late-thirties. ‘Marilyn Hartley was born in rural Illinois and was discovered at the young age of 23 by the man who would later become her manager, Alvin ‘Mac Daddy’ Peters of Nashville Records. She released two albums under his management, though the music was nothing like the singer originally had been performing in her hometown. After her second album, Marilyn disappeared from the music scene altogether. It’s been years since she’s performed, released music, or even appeared online. A

MARIA'S POV. The next morning came quickly. And for the first time in years, I slept like a child who had no reason to worry. I.was finally going to get my revenge on Allen. I walked down the marble stairs with my hand on the railing. The house was quiet. For a moment I felt like I was the only person alive. Adam was a busy woman. Unlike me who stayed in the shadows, Adam liked the spotlight— everything was to help me anyway.