Novel & Cerita Mary Shaw Real Story

Mary Redferne As the music throbbed and the chatter of the party filled the air, Judith and I found ourselves tucked away at the bar, indulging in some light-hearted gossip. We sipped on our drinks, occasionally rolling our eyes at the flashy displays of wealth around us—the flashy jewelry, the designer outfits, the pretentious conversations about stock portfolios and exotic vacations. Suddenly, Judith nudged me, her expression eager as she leaned in close. "Mary, there he is," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the party. "Joshua just walked in. It's time to put first phase of our plan into action."

" I struggled to keep my voice steady, to hide how thoroughly Marcus's deception had shattered me. Sleep offered no refuge. In my dreams, Jack Simpson's face loomed over me, our wedding night playing out in excruciating detail-his indifference, my loneliness, the hollow feeling of realizing I'd married a stranger. I woke gasping for air, sheets twisted around my legs, my nightgown plastered to my skin with sweat. My head throbbed mercilessly. I dragged myself to the bathroom, where the mirror reflected a stranger— eyes glassy with fever, skin ashen. _Perfect. Physical misery to match the emotional kind._ Somehow I managed to shower and pull on a cashmere turtleneck, though each movement sent

My mind felt like a messy, boiling stew—chaotic and foggy—as I struggled to slowly open my eyes. In front of me was Mrs. Zane. She let out a sigh of relief and patted her chest when she saw me open my eyes. “Thank goodness you’re alive.” Then, she complained, “You scared me half to death, Mrs. Shaw.” I lowered my gaze to my belly, and a shocking red greeted my eyes.

The others quickly picked up on Tara’s words, mocking me one after another. “Tara’s right. Everyone in our circle knows Mr. Shaw didn’t marry until he was thirty-five. He was waiting for his true love. “After finally marrying her, he held a seven-day wedding celebration in France. I heard even a princess from the royal family attended.” “Too bad Rowan was busy then and couldn’t go abroad.” “Linette, did five years overseas mess with your head? You’re even pretending to be Mr. Shaw’s wife now?”

And now, when my child and I were facing a life-or-death situation, he was holding another woman in his arms, telling me I was overreacting. He said I was his only wife, yet he refused to give me even a legal marriage certificate. He said I was the only one in his heart, yet when I needed him most, he chose to take care of another woman. He said he would give me everything, yet he let me become a joke, an unwed mother whose child had no legal standing. I laughed until tears streamed down my face. Enough. It was truly enough. I steadied myself and walked to the bedroom. I pulled out the forged miscarriage certificate I had prepared long ago and left it on the table.

My hair which used to look like a tangled mesh, was a shiny dark color with a wavy bounce to it. After weeks of rigorous training, my cheekbones which were saddled in stress and anxiety were now accentuated, high like my shoulders were placed. And my jaw? A representation of the confidence I was embodying and the sharpness that lay within. “Shall we?” Maria urged. I stood up, my heels clicking on the floor as she led me straight to Shaw’s study to wait for him. However, she halted slightly. “Mr. Shaw would be running late tonight. He is at a business meeting.” Her brows furrowed as she stared down at her iPad, rapidly communicating with him.

“Because she was my mate, and I had realized it at that moment that I have loved her from the moment I saw her. I allowed you and our past to keep me away from her and my sons. We are no longer Other Half Mates Scarlett, I don't know how it happened, but the Moon Goddess gave me a second chance mate and it is Shawna, but you killed her. You might as well just kill me because even with her gone I will never be with you.” Shadow said, as he laid back allowing Shaid to continue to claw at his chest as she screamed.

{Present World} [Year- 2008] SHAWNA'S POV: Everyone's life was complicated, but mine was super complicated. I am Parshawna Macduff, I am 16 years old girl who lives in London, with my mother. As per what my mom told me, My father died in a car accident before I was born. So, we did not have enough money to live by ourselves, and because my mom was diagnosed with severe heart problems, and that's why she couldn't get a job. We live in the attic of our uncle's home. We stay with uncle Tom and her fat mean wife aunt Nevlin and their only daughter Shany. She is just a replica of her mother, with big moles in her nose, fat, and mean. They never leave any option to insult me and my mom. But uncle

Every shareholder and reporter in the room looked at him as if he were a complete fool and a fraud. Theodore started trembling despite himself. Even then, he kept muttering the same useless words under his breath, "No… It's fake. It's all fake." I looked at him, then released the final blow, one that would destroy him completely. "Everyone, I have one last announcement." I turned my head toward the big screen, which now displayed my medical team. The white-haired chief physician looked directly into the camera, his voice steady and commanding. "We're incredibly proud to announce that through our team's exhaustive efforts and Ms. Juliette's relentless, round-the-clock care, Mr. Richard Shaw,

Shane cleared his throat and did not bother to say another word, afraid that he might embarrass himself again in front of a seraphim. If that's true, then what Mara said earlier about her visiting the past is real. There is no reason for Shane to doubt Mara as his memories starts to come back. He was almost five when he first saw Mara walking on the hallways of a hospital this same day of the year. That was probably the time she was born. Shane was nine when he saw Mara inside the mansion of his mom's employer and at the same year, it was the first time Mara have saved Shane from Gideon.