Stephanie Marazzo Novels & Stories

Stephanie said pretending to think hard, it almost made me laugh. "Unless... You're the same scumbag who molested Adira all those years back? Physically abusing her and locking her in a room. But then again, I must be mistaken, that can't be a respectable man like yourself, can it." I watched Spencer freeze in his shoes. Stephanie moved closer with the smile on her face completely wiped off. "News flash, I use to work for an Italian Mafia and I know how to treat mean people who don't know how to treat women, especially men, either by the law and also.... Unlawful means." She whispered into his ear as she gave me a wink.

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

It was a compromising situation and it could have happened to anyone, Maria concluded, kicking her shoes off. She had ordered a mini pizza on her way home, now she just had to sit and not overthink. She, however, failed. Maria had a trait of overly analyzing her every move and criticizing the things she did that can't be undone. Growing up with the mindset that all things had to fall in place, this trait of hers could be cut. It's been almost a week since her arrival in the USA and she had nothing to show for it. No broadway personalities, no auditions or casting calls...yet. It would be completely absurd to tell her employers at A.C.E about her wanting this, it would make her seem like she

The atmosphere in the party had gradually grown less tense though. She didn't see them coming as she hadn't been paying much attention until she heard the familiar voice of the woman she had come to detest, well, not detest as that was too strong a word, she had no real problems with the woman but since the woman obviously had some problems with her, she didn't exactly fancy the woman. "You two got married?" the disgust in Stephanie's eyes directed at Maddie was crystal clear for all to see. Stephen was right beside her, his hateful glare directed at Jake.

“You shouldn't have given her that, Stephanie. Blood makes her strong.” “You didn't see the way she was staring at me.” “She has self control,” Matteo points out. “She’s not going to eat her brother's lover.” Stephanie still has fear in her eyes and I scoff. “You're making a mistake. I only spared her because I was willing to make her get me out of here.” Matteo shrugs, “you can lie all you want, Sunshine, but you're not getting out of here. Come down for breakfast, Lorenzo made your favorite.”

She was also thinking of how to convince Matteo to calm down. Stephanie paced back and forth in the room. If it weren’t for her need to rely on Matteo in the future, she wouldn’t care at all about Sierra’s fate. The family already had so many problems, and if she couldn’t fix this, she too would be dragged into it.

The sharp click of her Louboutin heels echoed in the silence as she approached. “Well,” she purred, her crimson lips curling into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “So this is the little flower Logan picked for himself.” I stiffened, clutching the edge of the bed. “Who are you?” She laughed, a sound like shattered glass. “Darling, I’m his stepmother. But you can call me Marissa.” She extended a manicured hand, the blood red nails glinting like tiny daggers. I didn’t take it.

Thalia responded, seamlessly transitioning from business to attend to her surroundings. "Detective Wallace is here," Marie informed, adding an unexpected twist to the routine. "Show him into my office. I will be there in a minute." "Okay, Mom," Marie walked back, leaving an air of anticipation in the room. "Detective Wallace? What do you have with that man?" George inquired, highlighting the intrigue surrounding Thalia's connection with law enforcement. "I'm his informant. We talk about Gabriella. Is that enough for you, George?" Thalia answered politely with no hesitation, subtly revealing her dual roles.

I didn't do anything at all! "If you're thinking of going in a competition with her, just let it go. Keep in mind that Mrs. Zoe Morgan was once a famous model, and now she has the status of being a billionaire's wife. You'll never be her equal, Clara." Stephanie said, a crooked smile playing on her lips. It made me let out a tired sigh. "Strange, isn't it? Me, someone who isn't her equal, made her feel so insecure just by my existence."