Melanie Martinez Backstory Novels & Stories

Not only that, given his temper, she would probably pay a severe price for lying to him. Melanie understood her concern, so she said, “Tara, don’t worry. Just call me Aunt Melanie. I won’t let others find out about me and you. I’m not just here to visit. I’m here to help you deal with that little bitch Sylvia. I want her to give you back the title of Mrs. Carter!” Tara wore a frustrated look. “I don’t know anything. I don’t know how to deal with her. Any bright ideas?” Melanie was just an old woman whose glory days were behind her. She used to have several rich boyfriends, but she had failed miserably and lost every one of them. What could she possibly have to help Tara?

But I felt empty inside. “You are saying this because you don't know who she left with just now.” Athena banged on my desk and her voice was serious. Her behavior made me curious to know who did she leave that made Athena behave so strangely. "Who did she leave with?" I asked curiously. “The CEO of MS Group, Adriel Carter." Her words hit me like a bomb. What? Melania came from a small pack. She was kicked out of her pack because she had a conflict with the Alpha and had been living with the humans in the city, working in a salon. How did she manage to get acquainted with Adriel Carter?

“How could it have been appendicitis? He had a kidney relapse and his mother forcibly removed one of my kidneys. Natalia. Stop hiding the truth from you, your parents tricked everyone, including Andrews, into thinking she was rare. That she had kidney disease.” She laughed out loud and said with endless sarcasm in her voice. “Only you have fatherly love and someone who loves you, and me? Your replacement, your mobile renal source, and you? She grew up without worries about the truth being hidden from everyone, and when she grew up, she became the most powerful woman in the city, said act and married an exceptional man.” I screamed sadly. “Melanie...” She couldn't accept what she said. She ha

Hearing Wyatt say her name sent an involuntary shiver throughout Melanie's body. "I'm fine Wyatt," she said coolly, "Excuse me, I need to get some water." Melanie picked up her empty glass and left the patio, all the while mentally reprimanding herself for the way she had reacted. She had been married and divorced twice, and never even thought of those two much more recent relationships once they ended, but for some reason she couldn't seem to stop her body from trembling the moment Wyatt walked into the room. One of the reasons she hadn't attended any of the previous reunions was because she didn't know how she would react to seeing him again. Twenty years or twenty days, it didn't seem to

I asked grabbing her waist and her body pushed against me. "Can I take a bath first?" She asked in a croaky voice most likely from her crying. "Of course you can" I laughed. she didn't have to ask me to do anything I would gladly let her take a bath. To see her like this made my fists clench and my jaw clenches with rage. That motherfucker is way too lucky, If Melanie didn't need my help right now, a fucking bullet would be imprinted in Liam's skull. Melanie and I made our way to the bathroom.

Gray scoffed. “The only thing that will help is chemical castration.” “Yeah? Fuck you too!” But he just shrugged. Then we heard the voices of the two women come closer, and I sent him a glare that told him to be nice. “And here’s where the magic happens,” Melanie said with a smile, and gestured for Catherine to enter. Gray did as told and reached out a hand to greet her. “Grayinic,” he said politely. “But everybody calls me Gray.” “I’m Martina. Nice to meet you.”

That is how Bianca was born, and it had taken a long time before the press forgot about the story, calling her daughter a bastard. Melany led a modest life struggling to make ends meet. The feeling of betrayal was so strong that she never fell in love again. She wanted to forget about all the men in her life and pour her pure love onto her only child. That is how she became a strong woman despite being deprived of all the privileges she had gotten used to. It seemed all would be fine, but fate decided to do it another way.

They deserved that kind of tainted image. Yvette immediately began her life in Paris. The first thing she did after arranging all her things, sleeping for how many hours, and waking up for a jog to also buy a coffee for herself was to start seeking work in the meantime to support her plans for her brand. The money she kept was enough for building her new brand, but she also needed more money for her everyday life. "Yvette Martinez," Melissa smiled as soon as she decided to contact her. Yvette is actually nervous to contact Melissa after her exposure to the news after exposing what happened to her twin. She was expecting that Melissa might not consider her anymore after knowing that she was n

Her fingers curl against the papers on my desk, and I catch a glimpse of the shiny rock on the fourth finger of her left hand. It’s amusing, almost, how cunning some women can be. Her husband is somewhere overseas, working his ass off to afford all her many frivolities, and here she is, begging for the cock of his business rival. I couldn’t care less. My phone is in my hand, and I swipe the answer button before pressing it against my ear. “Valentin, it’s me, Melanie. I need your help.” I tilt my head backwards, a strange feeling rises in my chest.

It was all because of her. Yes, it is known that she is an assassin and a spy, but what kind and her deeds remained a puzzle from people’s knowledge. It’s the same reason everyone keeps on underestimating her. And I hate that being with me puts her life in so much chaos. She was doing well without me. None of the people in the underworld pay mind to her existence. Now she is known as the wife of Klaus Martinelli and this new word going around that she is Vicente Suarez’s daughter puts a permanent target mark on her head. Two powerhouse organized crime families joined because of her, a tie that cannot be broken so easily.