Maya And Carina Novels & Stories

--- *Hour 44 | 1:00pm | Conference Room* Maya walked in. No laptop. No smile. Just a folder. Elena didn’t stand. “Ms. Okoye.” “Ms. Carter,” Maya said. “Sit,” Elena said. Maya sat. Elena slid the folder back to her. “You traced Whitaker.” “Yes,” Maya said. “Why?” Elena asked. “You have no reason to be in this. You’re not Carter. You’re not legal. You’re just dating my COO. That’s a conflict.”

"Yeah. I’m Maya." "Lena." The girl stretched out a hand and Maya shook it. "Silverclaw’s better than Mooncrest, by the way," Lena said immediately. Maya stared. "You transferred from Mooncrest, didn't you? Your accent gave it away." Maya felt a small knot tighten in her stomach. She expected pity but Lena only shrugged. "People there, dress like they're starring in a royal documentary." Maya couldn't help laughing. Lena grinned. "See? You're already blending in."

Ethan gave a small nod, stepping inside, though his eyes lingered on her a moment longer before breaking away. Alvarez emerged, his usual composed smile back in place. “Ethan. Good to see you.” The two men clasped hands, exchanged the easy camaraderie they always shared, and Maya tried to act normal. Tried to ignore the thundering in her chest. She sat back on the couch, wrapping the scarf around her neck like armour. Ethan’s gaze flicked toward her once, just once, but it was enough to set her off balance again. The evening passed in fragments. Alvarez and Ethan discussed work, mutual friends, and plans for the weekend. Maya chimed in when necessary, her voice careful, controlled.

A crackle, then his driver’s deep voice: “Yes, sir?” “I need you to keep an eye on Maya again, tonight. Discreetly. And tomorrow, be ready. There’s a meeting on my calendar. I want you nearby.” “Understood.” The line clicked off. Zane picked up the photo again, stared at the smiling faces for a long beat, multiple emotions crossed his face, then he set it back down,this time face-up. The war inside Cross Development was about to get messy. And somehow, Maya Alvarezz had become part of the battlefield. He hated the fact that she was going to end up in the cross fire, if extra care was not taken.

Zane. My heart raced as I walked into my office, followed by Maya. I had not seen her since that time with Harry. Asking her to come to my office had been a spur of the moment decision I had taken because I couldn’t bear to see her with that guy. Maya closed the door behind her and turned to me and our eyes met. Her gaze was cold. “Hello, Maya.” I said, smiling a little, hoping that would put her at ease. “Good evening, Mr. Carrington.” She said, coolly. The message behind that was clear. She wanted to keep things professional. But, it was too late and she was my destined mate. I had a few minutes to change that.

I was only going forward from here and that meant there was no room for Micah, I needed to portray him as the worst vilian to Maya which wouldn't be hard because he already did that with ease by himself. "Hey guys," Lydia yelled from a distance, running towards us. "Can I hitch a ride with you guys?. My ride cancelled." She said, panting as she reached us. Maya was already in the car. "Sure," I shrugged, a little disappointed that it wasn't going to be just me and Maya. "How are you feeling, Maya?" Lydia asked from the back seat. "Like shit." Maya answered without hesitation. I took a quick glance at her, feeling just a bit guilty for being responsible for putting her in that position… if on

Nelly paced back and forth in her living room, the glow of the city lights outside casting eerie shadows across her face. She glanced at Maria, who was sitting at the dining table, eyes glued to her laptop screen. "Are you sure this will work?" Nelly asked, her voice edged with anticipation. Maria nodded, her fingers flying over the keyboard. "I've got it all covered. Carina's about to lose everything, and she won't even see it coming." Nelly smirked, feeling a surge of satisfaction. "Good. She needs to be brought down a peg or two."

The challenge hung between them. Maya held his gaze for a long, trembling second. Then she turned, walked past him, and headed for the glass-walled conference room at the end of the hall—the one with the long table and the city view and the lights that were already off for the night. She didn’t look back to see if he followed. She knew he would. The conference room door closed behind them with a soft hiss. The only light came from the skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows—silver and gold and distant. Cass locked the door. The click echoed.

I perked up when he said my name. “Darcy Grayson, Maya Whitaker, Ethan Calloway, Jordan Fisher and Killian Callahan.” What the hell? I looked over to Killian and I couldn’t tell if he liked it or not. “Lucky you. Being in a group with your boyfriend.” The girl beside me nudged me. Right, I’m supposed to be happy about that. “Yeah.” I smiled. “I’m Maya by the way.” She smiled. She had shoulder length curly hair, rich brown skin and she wore square wire frame glasses.

Maya’s POV I dropped Karen gently on the couch while staring around in confusion, my heart beating fast like it was trying to warn me about something. My brain was spinning, trying to make sense of everything happening. Maddox told me once there’s a cellphone hidden in the basement, right under the kitchen floor. Maybe if I could find it, I could call him, because right now, I was phoneless and panicking.