Maritza Esposito Novels & Stories

The thumbnail froze on Isabelle’s friend, Maria Mendez’s face, her perfect smile, her manicured composure, eyes sharp with calculated fragility. She was seated under studio lights, speaking to a reporter. The caption below read: “Maria Mendez Speaks Out – The Truth About Damien Rothchild.” My jaw tightened as I pressed play. Her voice filled the room, smooth, honeyed, dangerous. Whatever peace I’d found in Elena’s laughter shattered in an instant.

"Wow. And she's not gone back home since then?" "She avoids Mexico like the plague." He blew on her toes when he was done with one leg and gently dropped it then lifted the other one. "Her name is actually Azucena Maria de Jesus Garcia but she changed it to Martina Vasquez when she came here and now she's Martina Billion." He sighed. "Do you have a middle name?". "Antenor." He answered. "What's your middle name lady with a million questions?". "Maria de la Soledad. Marisol for short."

“Ms. Rita is one of the board of directors of this company. She is also Sir Zion’s fiancée.” Alexa’s gentle aura turned bitter. Her urge to know Rita suddenly rose. And she needs to see her right now, no matter what.

"This can't be. MARRT belongs to the Martelli. One of them runs it currently" "Unless Alexander Williams is a fake. Real name is Christian Martelli, first of two children. His sister was said to have died at a young age, with no records of her burial. He was reported dead after a ship he boarded never returned. Christian Martelli left, and Alexander Williams returned. Anthony Martelli, the current chairman is believed to be a cousin." "But that's still impossible. I mean there should be records and stuff like that." "Not for an undocumented illegal immigrant who is believed to have been lost at sea. You'll be surprised what one could do with a few surgeries."

All tailored suit and eyes that didn’t blink, assessing everything, missing nothing. I took a drink from one of the glasses on the table, something red and bitter that tasted like warning, like blood and regret and then I saw her clearly. On the pole. Misa leaned in, her voice a low whisper by my ear, cutting through the music. “Her name’s fucking Gomez. Real name’s Margret Diaz. From Valencia. Used to work high-end escort rings before they brought her in.” Valencia. Spain. That’s where she was from. High-end escort. Of course. It all clicked into place, that polished, expensive danger she exuded.

After the call ended, I stared at my phone for a long time. Professor Sofia Bianchi had agreed to help me forge an abortion report. My husband, Don Enzo Vitale, would never allow me to take his child away. When I got home, I pushed the door open. In the living room, my sister, Rosa Esposito, twirled in front of the mirror in a light purple chiffon dress. My papa, Luca Esposito, sat on the couch, watching her with a fond smile, while my brother, Rafael Esposito, snapped a few photos before stepping over to adjust the bow at the hem of her skirt.

Maria clung to my side, beaming, then eagerly introduced her boyfriend. “This is Kaizer! Isn’t he so handsome? And even his name sounds hot!” she said, wrapping her arms around his. I nodded, though I couldn’t care less. Fabian still topped every magazine cover in the country—effortlessly charismatic. “Is she your friend, babe?” Kaizer asked. “Yes! She’s a former actress,” Maria said proudly. “Wait—are you… Sonia Salazar?!” Kaizer’s face lit up with genuine excitement. He quickly pulled a small notebook from his pocket.

There was another silence, this one edged with shock. An older woman to my left gave a tiny nod. “That is the mark of a true Alpha but what did they ask in return?” I straightened my spine. “Nothing. They offered their help freely, because peace has benefited them, too. I trust Viktor.” A few surprised looks met mine, but no one argued. I scanned the room and noticed one thing immediately. Mathias was missing. His usual seat was empty, the polished chair pushed back like he’d left in a hurry.

Of course, she was referring to Jelena. The one thing no one caught on yet was that Gretel used to be Rita's boss and she would watch every day as Axel cared for Rita like she was the most important treasure in the world. There was nothing sweeter than the cake of someone else. She wanted Axel, and slowly that turned into an obsession that never ended. When Rita and Axel were planning to escape the planet, she had learned of it but instead of foiling the plan, she devised a means to make sure Rita would leave but Axel had to stay behind. However, despite that, her goal was not achieved.

Carlos and Herman already know that I am spying them, I don’t know why they aren’t killing me until now, but I am sure they are planning it already. “That time she told me the whole story…” Alqamar sighed and stared at me while I am readying myself for the words I would hear. “Felicia Guevarra was one of Crystal’s friends, your mother Cristine. They aren’t that close, but they were friends. Felicia told me that she saw everything and knows everything. Even though Felicia is a human, she knows about our kind. That’s why she witnessed how Dr. Raymond Madrigal and Crystal…fell for each other…as well as the day when Crystal found out that she was mated to that person…”