Todos Quieren Con Marilyn Novels & Stories

She looked up at the same time and said shakily, "Mr. Logan Junior …" Lewis stopped next to them. He looked at Marilyn, then at Maria, and he frowned. "What are you two doing?" "Nothing. We were just chatting." Marilyn smiled sheepishly. She let go of Larissa and straightened up. Then, she changed the subject like she did not mean to and said, "How come you came back so fast?" Lewis still watched them suspiciously. "There weren't a lot of people paying for the bill," he replied. Marilyn quickly grabbed her bag and stood up to prevent him from asking more questions. "Let's go then since we've paid!" As she spoke, she pulled on Larissa's arm.

She was glaring at Cielo. " If it isn't Cinderella," " Enough, Cielo, what the fuck are you doing here?" I all but growled at her. She pouted before looking at Marilyn, " I want a milkshake. The one he has." " Sure, I'll bring them in three minutes," Maryiln said. I smiled at her and left the counter, Cielo following. " I want nothing to do with you, Cielo," I boomed, sitting across from Zayn.

She raised her eyebrows as I scoffed, walking towards her. ‘Careful you are not lured into that sea,’ Luca linked to me “I will come there and slaughter each one of you. Starting with that thing you don’t want Daddy to find out about,” I beamed with a smile. “You wouldn’t dare. That’s your—“ “Bell, don’t!” Marilynn shouted as I turned to look at her, wanting to understand what was happening “He needs to know the truth.” She insisted as Marilynn whimpered. “Remember the time that time you loved having two women? Well, guess what?” She raised her eyebrows, looking at Marilynn as she tried to fight off Luca, who was holding her down.

“Yeah, that and that witch with him. She’s pretty and her scent is so captivating… Don’t tell Selene I said that. I am just appreciating beauty.” Qillalon nods and then continues drinking his bourbon. “But enough of me. What about you? Anything you want to share in particular?” He says. His voice hinted that he knew something. “I think you already know something and have a specific topic in your mind.” “Yeah, news travels fast here. It’s about “her”. You saw her in the Citadel Headquarters. How was it?” Everyone knew that even after he met Mara. They got engaged, expecting a child, and even after Mara’s death, Qillalon loved Eleanor more than her.

"Do you think I want to leave with him after what happened? Just look at the scars on my body, Ben. These are all the scars he left behind!” Marilyn rolled up her skirt. The ghastly scars on her thighs and all sorts of burn marks made Jay frown. Marilyn begged Jay. "I beg you, Ben. Please don’t push me back into hell, okay?" Jay stared coldly at her, his gaze looking so intimidating that it could shake someone’s soul. "I want you to answer a few questions honestly." Marilyn nodded. "I’m not your husband, am I?" Marilyn hesitated. The look of despair and unwillingness started surging and rolling in her eyes.

That loser. I spoke to Leonara as well and she seemed happy and excited. Marilyn was dated the guy I caught her with the other day and everything was working out for them, wish I could say the same for myself. Any questions they asked me about Marco was fine and Rarf I did give a little detail. I miss them. I miss Leonara taking decisions for me like a mother would, I miss Marilyn being up in my business and giving me her useless but mostly good advice. Life was good with them.

Two people too afraid to choose what they really want. Two people slowly dying inside while smiling for the cameras. What a perfect fucking marriage. "AUTHOR'S NOTE: WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK OF ANTONIO AND MARCO? WOULD YOU Y'ALL WANT TO SEE MORE OF THEM OR NAH? I WOULD LOVE YOU HEAR YOUR OPINIONS. GRACIAS, WREN.

If Marilyn was telling the truth, she should have faced the situation bravely, just like his daughter, who refused to back down the fight when she was called a thief. Mason sat unbothered. There wasn’t any sign of worry over his face. He married Marilyn because she was good in bed. Because she was sexy and offered herself willingly not minding that he was 11 years older. It was clear from the beginning that she was after his money and he was looking for pleasure. Not in his dreams, he came close to love any other woman like he loved his first wife, Lauren’s mother. Amity Williams

"What do you want?" I chuckled at his question. It was always easy for people to ask rhetorical questions; the ones that didn't deserve answers. I found it funny yet good that he asked. He looked back at Tiffany trying to make sure she was still there dancing so I used the opportunity. "What would happen if you don't see her again?" I asked him. "Can you imagine that?" He flinched and looked me right in the eyes. "What do you fucking want?" Luciano asked. I could see that I successfully distracted him from looking at Tiffany so I signaled Gladys and communicated with her using symbols.

Marilyn’s eyes darted across the room in swift motion; she wanted to make sure no one was eavesdropping on them. “Can you try to be more quiet? I would be in huge trouble if someone heard you.” She voiced in a hushed tone. “I won’t if you don’t start talking.” Zena threatened. If, eventually, the lady happened to be the culprit, there was no way in hell that she was going to report her. Yes, she had previously considered the thought, but there was no point to it. She wanted Knox and Kylian dead anyway, so whether it was her or Marilyn who succeeded in doing that, it wouldn’t matter. She simply needed to know who it was that she had to go through such an ordeal.