Novel & Cerita Mary Jane: A Novel

Nevertheless, what had happened in their youth could not be discovered by any of the young ones now, so the topic of conversation was changed in time. Getting back to a more serious matter, Zephiel spoke up. “Thanks for the effort, Mary Jane. You should be retiring by now, but you’re still babysitting for me.” It was Javier’s turn to feel awkward now, as he felt like he was being treated like a toddler. Mary Jane answered, “It’s not hard work. Mr. Kersey Jr. is ambitious. Let’s see if he’ll let me achieve another glorious feat in this lifetime.” Mary Jane’s most glorious feat was, of course, the battle back when she had attacked a foreign corporation by using a massive fund, so another glori

Carmen added before leaving. After this encounter, Anthony and James also agreed to work separately to achieve their respective dreams. **** The next day… Jane woke up early, and she wouldn't say her first night as a married woman was the most blissful night of her life. As she was about to get out of bed, she heard a knock on the door. “Come in,” she said in a slightly sleepy voice. The huge door opened and a young maid just a few years older than Jane walked in with a dress bag in her hand and gave her a little bow.

Twenty minutes later, he came back down. "They want me to move in," he said, grabbing a towel to help me dry. "Of course they do. You have muscles and you let them win." He smirked. "Maybe. But also... maybe they just need someone." I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My throat tightened again. "You do everything on your own, Jane. How do you even manage?" "I don’t have a choice," I whispered. "When no one shows up, you learn to show up for yourself."

“I didn't go to meet your husband, Mary, he came to me. He seemed to prefer the younger sister with the better blood than a sickly like you. Oh wait, does he even know you have just six more months to live?” “I gave up my kidney for you, Selena, I gave you my bone marrow and this is how you repay me? I am sickly because I gave up parts of my body for you and you go ahead to sleep with my husband?” Mary exploded as the tears fell. The hurt and memories begin to set in. She fell to her knees and cried..her soul broken and crushed. She didn't have anything anymore. Her life was finished. “I never asked you for anything, you decided to be Santa so don't you dare blame your misfortunes on me. I w

Her eyes met that of Hulio's and all she saw was remorse. She could see he didn't want this to happen. He didn't think this would happen but it did and it was too late to turn back the hands of time. I should have stayed with Hulio, instead of chasing money. Now I'm doomed. I would never get married or have a family on my own as I had imagined. Oh, Jovena your life has come to an end after all. She thought to herself as they dragged her into the cell.

"Okay, maybe it's a bit more than that. But what matters most is the people in it." She nodded in agreement, her gaze thoughtful. "True. Your father-in-law's reaction just now, it's a testament to that." I smiled, grateful for her insight. "Yeah, it is." ****** Some days after… MaryJane had been visiting for only the second time, yet trouble seemed to follow her. My heart sank as Mrs. Davis accused her of stealing. Standing in the lavish living room, I watched the scene unfold with a growing sense of unease. This was not how I had envisioned our day.

A water bottle, maybe. Then an old flashlight. A bundle of rusted keys. A tarnished pendant hanging from what might once have been a silver chain. Then a book. I freeze. A name is written across the cover. Jenna Maroney. I stare at it. My uneasiness grows. "Jenna Maroney," I murmur. Slowly, I open the book. It's a journal. The pages are yellowed with age. The first entry dates back more than twenty years. Something cold settles in my chest.

Once we are out, I look at Marcus, and I can tell he is about to give me bad news. "So Jane's body turned up a few meters from the house." He stopped, and I shook my head because this couldn't be true. Maljore had no use of her again, and maybe she knew that we were closing in on connecting them; she had to do away with her. "She is being transported, but she is dead," Marcsu confirmed my suspicion with one word. "And?" I drag out my word because I know that could not be all. "Jane seems to be working with that man you caught during your honeymoon; they are both ex-military."

Behind them, a younger woman with bright auburn hair tied back in a braid and between them, a tiny girl clutching a stuffed rabbit, barely more than a toddler. I stared, hardly daring to breathe. They moved with the cautiousness of people who'd survived this long by expecting everything to kill them. The older woman, Mary, I heard the man call her, stopped suddenly and raised a hand, "John. There's smoke." John a tall, broad man with a beard streaked gray, followed her gaze toward my farmhouse. My heart dropped, I'd left the lantern burning overnight. They were heading toward me.

“Yes, perfectly.” “Good, now scram,” he watched as she took off and shut the door behind her the he turned to look at the dust covered book on his shelf with a glint in his eye. ##### Jane walked up the stairs to the street above the underground tube, still shaky and trying hard not to scream hysterically. She shivered as she thought of the robbery. “Hey lady, take off the bag and hand it over so you don’t get killed over this.” “Please, I really don’t have anything.”