Melanie Martinez Backstory Novels & Stories

"Emily, I think I know who might be doing this." "Who?" "I told you I had a daughter I have not spoken to in years. Her name is Vanessa Martinez." The room went dead silent. Miguel and I stared at Mrs. Martinez, then at each other. "Your daughter," I said slowly, "is Vanessa Martinez?" "Yes. She left home when she was twenty-two after we had a terrible fight about the choices she was making. I have not seen her since." "What kind of choices?" Mrs. Martinez looked ashamed. "She was involved with married men. Wealthy, powerful men. She said it was her way to a better life, but I could not support it. When I refused to help her anymore, she left."

Chapter 1: Alejandro's First Temptation Melanie sat in the middle of the large king-sized bed inside her luxurious penthouse in Los Angeles. At twenty-four years old, extremely wealthy from her family's fortune, she remained a virgin. It had been her fantasy for a long time. Using her money and connections, she secretly hired five stunning men for a special "competition."

"It's fine. Whatever they do, it has nothing to do with me." Melanie handed the phone back. "I asked Archer for a divorce." "What?!" Gillian was shocked. "You asked for the divorce?" "Yeah." Gillian hadn't disliked Archer before. She even admired him because he was so brilliant. Melanie graduated from a top US university before she was 18, quickly founded her own tech company, and secured several patents. But Archer reportedly graduated from college at 13. He was barely 20 when he returned to the US and had already started several companies that had all gone public.

Carl asked “Why is he asking me questions, who is he?” Melanie asked looking from her mom to the doctor “Answer the question Mel” Sophia urged her “No, I can’t remember how the accident happened but I knew we were in an accident” Melanie answered “Do you remember where you work?” the doctor asked “Yes, I work at Mason Realty, although it was recently I started work there” Melanie replied “What is your job role at Mason Realty?” the doctor asked ‘I’m the personal assistant to the CEO”

Chapter One. MELANIE'S POINT OF VIEW "Holy shit! I'm done for!", I screamed as I jumped out of bed. You must be wondering why I'm freaking out when it's only minutes past five in the morning but trust me when I tell you that I have legitimate reason to freak out. I'm Melanie Wright, twenty-seven years old and... That's about all that's important about me, I don't have much of a life. I graduated from school at twenty-two and worked multiple jobs for about two years before landing a job in the almighty Knight Incorporated.

taken against my wishes, by death or even a mare human. * I stared at Melanie's body in my arms... looking at her dried tears...back there in the room...she was soo scared, I had never seen her like that...even though I had only known her for a week or so. Putting her in an ambulance which took her to the hospital, I saw Fabian... looking disappointed. "I couldn't catch him...he was too fast...do you think they are Brogan's men?" I grimaced "They are Brogan's men....it's not something you think about it's something you should know"

“What?!” Annie was shocked and she immediately sprang up from the sink she was sitting on. “He’s even worse than Bryan?! Don’t tell me he loves men? He’s faking a marriage? What else could be worse than that? What did he do to you?!” Melanie opened the door and walked out wearing a bathrobe. “Annie, I need your help.” “Just say it.” “I want information about the person that donated their heart to me all those years ago,” she said.

She notices that March is struggling with her hair, she chuckles as she bends her head slightly, giving March access to her hair. Melanie's hair was packed in a tight ponytail. She strides inside the mini room that is inside the studio and changes back into her dress. March takes Melanie’s purse from the table and walks up to her. “I am your assistance,” March says with a beautiful smile on her face. “My name is March Tyler, I'm at your service.” She bows respectfully to her. Melanie smiles back at her. “I’m Melanie Watson.” Melanie smiles, bringing out her hand for a handshake.

That was the closest thing to comfort that I had felt in a long time, and I wanted to bask in it. As I sank my head into the velvet seat, I ran my head through the new things I had learned. I was alive. My name was Melanie Carter. I lost my daughter, Ellie. My husband was the murderer. And I was out for revenge.

There were people I trusted for situations that required discretion, and this was one of them. The line rang once before it connected. “Matteo,” I said, my tone returning to its usual clarity. “I need you to look into someone for me.” There was a brief pause on the other end, followed by a quiet acknowledgment. “Melanie Swan,” I continued. “I want everything you can find. Background, family, recent activity. As soon as possible.” I leaned back slightly, my gaze settling on nothing in particular as I considered the weight of what I was asking.