Marta Cinta Novels & Stories

"You think I don't see what you're doing? You probably forced yourself on Jaris and quickly took in for him. All for what? To secure your spot beside him? Well, guess who's still Queen, Lyric." I laughed in her face. "Oh, poor Marta." I tsked. "Stupid Marta. Always thinking everything's a competition. What Jaris and I share is special and something I'll never call a competition. Sadly, it's also something you'll never be able to understand as you've hardly ever been in love." The thought struck me, furrowing my brows. "Have you ever been in love, Marta?" The further crumbling of her mask said it all.

"You look... tired. The dress is a bit much, don't you think?" ​I turned to Jaxson, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. "What is she doing here?" ​Jaxson didn't even look at me. He was busy unbuttoning his shirt, his movements slow and deliberate. "A mate bond is for the wolf, Ava. This..." He gestured toward Cassandra, his golden eyes finally flickering toward me with a cold, detached cruelty. "This is for me. I told you, don't mistake a political contract for a real marriage."

After they stopped howling, Giovanni grabbed my arms and looked into my eyes, ready to say his vows. “Mia, the first time I set eyes on you, you took my breath away but then, when I realised you were my mate, I thought the moon goddess had cursed me. But today, I wouldn’t mind being cursed over and over again by a precious gem like you. I love you Mia, and I’ll lay my life down for you to protect you, if it ever comes to that” he raised my hands to his lips and kissed them softly. Tears rolled down my face from his honest proclamation, if only I was going to do the same.

“It took a long time, but I think I convinced them it wasn’t any of those things. Just who I am.” “And that girl you were having dinner with on Thursday?” “Maria Elena. She got divorced last year. I called her up to see if we could try again.” My heart was doing flip-flops. I alternated between tears and jumping over onto the sofa. But I knew I had to let Javier finish. “How’d that work out?” “Can’t you guess?” He smiled. “She’s a sweetheart, and I want to be friends with her again. But I don’t love her. She doesn’t stir me the way that you do.”

This explains why they were able to live away from each other without complaints. My heart ached for Amanda, imagining what she must have gone through, having a mate who doesn’t love her and hasn’t touched her for years. It pained me to know that after leaving me, I thought she was going to be happy with Matthew, that he would show her love and make her happy. But it seems I was wrong; Matthew never loved Amanda. He was just drawn to her by the mate bond.

Today, my eighteenth birthday, was meant for my bonding with James, my fated mate. Instead, the day before, he coldly rejected me, declaring his love for another. Today was their engagement party. The bride, the Chief Elder's daughter, shimmered in an extravagant diamond gown. She was a vision of noble beauty. With the Silver Moon Pack's Alpha unexpectedly deceased, the Chief Elder held the power to appoint the successor. James, driven by ambition, chose the Alpha position over me, a lowly Omega with a sick mother and no influence.

Martina kisses on my lips softly, then she separates to say," I-I don't want to hurt your feelings. I don't have a heart to love anyone now... I'm so broken..." " Shh! Did I ever ask you to love me back?" " B-But..." " You have your own reasons and I respect whatever your reasons are. You just need to trust me , Martina," I said, wiping off her pearls like tears. I never thought I would see Martina's side. She always had cold expression on her face, she used to be strong warrior who the knights look forward. ' But she still has this emotional side. I feel lucky for being this close with her,' I leaned forward , kissing her intensely . My hands held her tight while my lips sucked her lips.

He began, but Martina coldly cut him off. “I said leave! I don't want to hear any explanation from you, nor do I want to see you! Get out!” Martina yelled angrily in his face, her eyes turning moist with unshed tears. She was hurt to know that Trey betrayed her; however, as much as it hurt her, she couldn't deny her love for Lucia. She still loved her so much; at times she believed her love for Lucia was due to her resemblance to Clara, but it wasn't so; she loved Lucia in a different way, like she loved each of her children.

“You’re doing better than most would. But she’s not gonna stop. She wants you gone, Elena. One way or another.” I flex my fingers under the water, wincing as the blisters pull. “Why? What’s her deal? She acts like I stole something that was never hers.” Marta hesitates, then lowers her voice even though we’re alone. “She was never really the wife. More like… a trophy the old man kept on display. And when he died, she thought she’d slide right into Dante’s bed like it was her birthright.” My stomach twists hard, colder than the ice water. “She wants him.”

Marta said quietly. Wilma frowned. “But...” “That’s not my girl.” Her voice had sharpened slightly then. “Elara was simple,” Marta continued. “She wouldn’t belong in places like that.” Then Marta noticed Alessia on the screen. Her expression hardened immediately. The family who abandoned Elara. The people she had never forgiven. Marta looked away from the television and slowly stood from her chair. “I’m tired,” she said quietly. “I’m going to bed.”