S Maria Novella Novels & Stories

Maria appeared at the top of the stairs. She was covered in dust, her hair a chaotic mess, her dress torn. She looked nothing like the polished socialite Vincenzo had tried to mold. She looked like a survivor. She held up the drive. “The ledger,” she said, her voice echoing through the ruined foyer. Marcus stood up, a grin spreading across his face. “Now that,” he said, “is a weapon of mass destruction.” I looked at Maria, and then at the shadow of Catrina emerging from the service hall behind her. The Two Marias were gone.

Once again thanks for following, find out what happens next on chapter 5 of MARRED. Hey guys 😁, thanks for reading, I hope you have really enjoyed the book so far, chapter 5 and other subsequent chapter are premium chapters, but don't worry, you can open them by purchasing coins or participating in rewarding activities like adding books to your library and many more like that, looking forward to your reactions on the remaining scenes, have a great time and don't forget to drop a review .

“Your mother is sick. The bills are overwhelming. You’ve exhausted every option. But you haven’t given up. That makes you... suitable.” My fingers curl against the armrests of my chair, digging in hard just to keep myself steady. Suitable. Like I’m being measured for parts. “This isn’t real,” I whisper, barely hearing myself over the pounding in my ears. “It’s very real,” Mrs Valentino says. Her voice doesn’t waver. “We’ll pay off all your mother’s medical expenses. In return, you will marry our son, Stephano.” Stephano. When I was researching them, I didn't even think to look into them having any children.

"Mr. Saviano is not as bad as you think, he is actually -" "He is a mobster, is there anything good about being a mobster?” Gabriella asked, angry that the maid was trying hard to defend him. “He is a womanizer, he is involved in illegal dealings and he is a murderer, everyone in town knows this so don't give me that crap about him being a -" "Good morning Sir," Maria suddenly interrupted Gabriella, fear evident in her voice as she bowed her head. Gabriella turned around wondering who the maid was talking to and she found herself staggering back.

Maria the head housekeeper was every bit the matriarch of the servants’ quarters, her presence commanding respect without a word. “Follow the rules,” Maria said, her tone flat but firm. “Don’t touch what you shouldn’t. Don’t wander where you aren’t sent. And whatever you do, do not cross him.” “Elena Morales,” she introduced herself, keeping her voice calm, steady, measured. “I know how to follow rules.” Maria’s eyes narrowed. “You’d better. Lorenzo Romano isn’t a man who forgives mistakes or flirtations. You’ll see him when he wants you to. Pray it’s never because you’ve gotten into trouble.”

He never hesitates for a minute before he leaves you startled by your word. Things are about to get hot. Will he listen to someone strong, someone new to his games, someone wild, someone that is his enemy, and that someone with the name -Maria C. Delvey? Maria.C. Delvey: is a dictatorship businesswoman who runs countries, not homes. She believes in the saying -Dictatorship is not a relationship- She returns to Milan, Italy after twenty years with a strong purpose, to take back what belongs to her from her parent's enemies.

Since I was hungry, I got straight into the kitchen and, as I know, it was still too early for them to prepare the breakfast. I was surprised to see a middle-aged woman maybe in her sixties. I had never seen her before. Is she new? I watched her cook carefully and at Maria who she was busy chopping off the veggies, especially for me because I'm a vegan even if I had lived in Italy before I moved to New York for my profession. I moved towards busy Maria. "Is she new here?" I whispered lowly so that the new maid wouldn't hear me gossiping about her. "No. She's head chef of this kitchen, Mrs. Romano."

She steadied her arm, the barrel lined up with the space between his eyes. “Tell me what you told him,” she said. “Tell me who pulled your strings. Tell me where Maria is.” Marco’s eyes drifted to the floor, shame like a cloak about him. “She is in the villa outside Naples,” he whispered. “She met with the Russians months ago. Armando, he tried to stop her. He went into hiding. “If I had told you, would you have chosen me?”

"Allow me to give it a try." Lenore hesitated, contemplating the offer. "No, I'll manage." The unfamiliar woman lifted her gaze, introducing herself as Maribella. In that moment, Ava's senses were overwhelmed by Maribella's sheer elegance, rendering her a creature of unparalleled beauty. Her pale blond tresses were slicked back into a flawless ponytail, not a single strand out of place. The sharp angles of her cheekbones contrasted with the softness of her ample lips and luminous eyes, infusing her countenance with an ethereal allure. Maribella's exquisite appearance seemed almost too extraordinary to be real.

Lady Ravenna turned fully toward me now, fury blazing in her eyes as she parted her lips to speak, “I won’t sit back and watch you defy me in my own house.” “This is my house too,” I growled. “Maybe you seem to forget that…mother.” CREAK The sound of the door opening unexpectedly shattered through the heated tension in the room. Every eye snapped instantly as Maria stepped inside. She looked pale. Tense. Unlike her usual composed self as the head maid of the villa. Shit! Was she about to reveal what she had seen? “Alpha Varkos,” she said, bowing slightly. “Please forgive my interruption.” “What is it?” Lady Ravenna demanded sharply, fury still dripping from her tone. Maria hesitated for a mo