Novels by Maryqueen

The air was thick with tension as Roberto stood in Dante’s path, his stance firm and unyielding. Dante’s sneer deepened as he sized up the man in front of him. "Move, young man," Dante growled, his voice dripping with menace. "You don’t want to test me." Roberto tightened his fists, his body instinctively shifting into a defensive position. "You’re not getting near Mia, not while I’m here." Dante didn’t waste another second. He lunged at Roberto, his fists flying with brute force. Roberto dodged, his years of martial arts training kicking in as he blocked and countered. The sound of their clash echoed through the house—grunts, the dull thud of fists, and the shattering of furniture. Dante was relentless, his strength fueled by fury, but Roberto was quick and strategic, his movements calculated. However, the fight was wearing on him. He was already bleeding from a cut above his eye, and his side throbbed from a hard blow. As they fought, outside, Mia paced nervously by the wind

The morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the grand dining room, casting soft hues on the polished tableware. Julian sat at the head of the table, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, his features sharp with a focus that belied his inner turmoil.Miss Yvonne was busy setting down a tray of freshly baked croissants, her frail hands moving with practiced ease. Julian’s eyes narrowed as he watched her, the frown on his face betraying his concern.“Miss Yvonne,” he began, his voice low but firm, “why are you up so early again? You need rest.”She gave him a soft smile, brushing off his worry. “I’m perfectly fine, Julian. Taking care of this house gives me purpose. Besides, I like to keep busy.”Julian sighed, leaning back in his chair. “What about Alexa? Is she—&rdqu

The moonlight filtered through the heavy drapes of Julian’s bedroom, casting silvery shadows across the floor. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, Dr. Patel’s words looping in his mind."She’s a key, Julian. Stop fighting it. Let the answers come to you."His jaw clenched. If Alexa truly held the missing pieces of his past, then he couldn’t afford to let his anger or mistrust cloud his judgment. Perhaps through her, he could find the truth about his parents’ murder—and unravel the secrets that had haunted him since childhood.The weight of those thoughts dragged him from the bed. His throat felt parched, so he decided to head to the kitchen for a drink. As he descended the grand staircase, the faint sound of muffled sobs caught his attention.Julian paused, his sharp ears picking up the source. He follow

The hum of muted voices filled the conference room as Julian sat at the head of the table, his sharp suit doing little to hide the storm brewing within him. The stakeholders before him discussed figures and projections, but their words felt distant, muffled by the memories that consumed his mind.The kiss. Why are the memories coming again?He had tried to shove it away, bury it under the weight of his responsibilities, but the memory clawed its way back every time he blinked. The warmth of Alexa’s lips, the softness of her touch, the way she looked at him afterward—it all left a trail of heat and confusion in its wake.But then came the betrayal. Her lies. Her ties to Marcus and Dante.His fists clenched under the table as anger surged. 'How could she make me feel this way after everything she’s done?'&n

Alexa stood frozen in the dark room where Julian had dragged her into, Julian’s words were echoing in her mind. The intensity of his gaze, the frustration laced in his voice—it all left her reeling. “You’ve turned my life upside down.” How?Her fingers brushed against her temple as if to ease the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. “What did he mean by ‘buried somewhere in his past’? How am I connected to that?” she whispered to herself. Her chest tightened as the weight of her double life pressed down on her. Somehow, she also felt the same. She felt that Julian is connected to her childhood. **Was there no end to this chaos?**Sighing deeply, she left the room, stepping into the hallway. As she descended the stairs, her eyes caught Julian near the entrance, facing Madame Melissa.Melissa was all smiles, her voice sm

Julian paced his room like a caged animal, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. The memory of Alexa’s lips on his, the softness of her skin under his hands, replayed in his mind with maddening clarity. He struck his thigh hard, the dull pain barely cutting through the chaos in his head. “What the hell is wrong with me?” he hissed, raking his hands through his hair. He’d kissed her. The one woman he swore to keep at arm’s length, the one he didn’t know whether to trust or hate. And yet, in that moment, he hadn’t cared about betrayal or lies—only about her. The way she’d looked at him after—the surprise in her eyes, the way her lips parted as though she wanted to say something but couldn’t—it haunted him. He could still hear the faint sound of her soft gasp, feel the warmth of her breath against his skin. He sat on the edge of his bed, gripping his head as if he could stop the flood of emotions and memories crashing over him. Then, like a flash of light cut