Maritza Esposito Novels & Stories

It was a compromising situation and it could have happened to anyone, Maria concluded, kicking her shoes off. She had ordered a mini pizza on her way home, now she just had to sit and not overthink. She, however, failed. Maria had a trait of overly analyzing her every move and criticizing the things she did that can't be undone. Growing up with the mindset that all things had to fall in place, this trait of hers could be cut. It's been almost a week since her arrival in the USA and she had nothing to show for it. No broadway personalities, no auditions or casting calls...yet. It would be completely absurd to tell her employers at A.C.E about her wanting this, it would make her seem like she

And my mate had been taken. finis

Maria - My name is Maria, I'm 23 years old, I'm a model and Suzana's sister, it was through her that I met Diego, but at the time he was dating, so he wouldn't even look at me, much less trust me, even though I practically threw myself on top of him, that dull of his ex, yes ex, my sister told me that she just disappeared without giving satisfaction, how is a woman able to leave Diego like that out of nowhere? She must be a big madwoman, that's all.

Usually, she knows all the gossip about the workers and fills me in on what has been happening. Marissa, a 24 year old from Italy, started working here about a year ago. When she moved to the U.S. she didn't have a cent to her name and her cousin set her up with this position. Her cousin Tonya, also from Italy, got married and her husband forced her to go back to Italy with him, leaving the position open for Marissa to take over.

I'm going to leave you for Lucia. Mariana stopped moving, and her breath caught in her throat. The name rang in her head, a cruel reminder of everything she had tried to forget. Diego's ex-girlfriend, Lucia Torres, was the woman who had never really left his heart, even after they got married. Not only did she betray him, but it was her. The woman who had once broken up their love was back to finish the job.

“She's always been a pathetic little actress! She was a slave the last time I saw her—remember, Alec? Stealing at a store when we went on vacation on that island!" I felt a surge of cold fury, but before I could speak, Rita stepped forward, ignoring the bruise on her cheek. "You really don't know who you're speaking to, Mrs Kessington," Rita cut in, her voice ringing with protective disdain. "I didn't know you were so pressed by jealousy you don't know real from fake anymore. This is Mrs Moretti, and she is the COO of this company." Cierra's face went crimson. She grabbed Alec by the wrist, hauling him forward.

Another girl stepped outside, fixing her dress, and noticed Margarita. “Margarita?” This quiz of recognizing the name halted in her mind when she remembered Shanaya was the woman she had met at the barcode with Mateo, and Kayla was none other than Dr. Phoebe’s assistant in her clinic. “Kayla,” Margarita presented a thin smile. Kayla introduced her sister Shanaya. “We met before; you were that Italian guy’s business partner,” at least she didn’t forget that. “Mateo,” Margarita helped her to remember she was drooling over him that evening.

Theon’s eyes widened in shock, mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came. Slowly, I turned to face her. Marissa. Or Tatiana, as she’d once been called. Her true name, the name that she was born with. I refused to want to see her as a Marissa, the weak woman that she has become. But then again, names were irrelevant now. She was a different woman now, a different person. She stood before me, bathed in the eerie glow of the setting sun filtering through the shattered windows, her hair cascading around her face, eyes glinting with dark amusement. My breath caught at her beauty, as perfect as the day I’d lost her, no, as perfect as the day she betrayed me. As perfect as I've seen her, and

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Patricia addressed the man, shocking me even more. The stranger I had a one-night stand with was Alpha Enzo, and he was also my mate. But why was he so stoic? I wondered how he could remain calm and collected in this situation. Wasn't he feeling the mate bond as I was? Why wasn't he shocked to see me? Didn't he remember me?