Novels by Maryqueen

On a secluded island surrounded by the calm, endless sea, Marcus sat in his lavish yet foreboding hideout. A messenger handed him a file detailing Dante’s frantic search for Mia. His lips curled into a devious smile.“So, he’s distracted,” Marcus muttered to himself, fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk. “And it’s not just a casual search. Whatever he’s hiding must be tied to her.”He leaned forward, his mind already weaving a plan. If Dante’s occupied, now’s the perfect time to act.Turning to his trusted aide, Marcus ordered, “Make contact with the gunmen we used in Milan. I want a team ready to infiltrate the Salvatore villa.”The aide hesitated. “Sir, Julian Salvatore’s security is nearly impenetrable.”Marcus&rsq

Madame Melissa sat in the car, her legs elegantly crossed, her gaze fixed on the rearview mirror. The driver remained unconscious, his head tilted to the side. She smiled faintly as her phone buzzed. It was a text from Dante:Keep her intact and secure. She must not return to that villa.Her fingers glided across the screen as she typed back:Dante, Alexa is contained. She won’t be a problem. Come quickly before anyone gets suspicious.”She leaned back against the seat, a sense of satisfaction washing over her. Alexa’s confinement at the mall ensured the girl wouldn’t interfere with Dante’s plans. But she couldn’t help but wonder what Dante was so desperate to hide.---Roberto veered sharply onto a side street, tires screeching as he braked in front of an old, a

Julian leaned back in his chair, gripping the phone tightly. Mr. Lee’s voice was calm, but what he said sent a wave of shock through him. "I’m with Mia right now," Mr. Lee began. "I’ve been tracking Dante. He went to a private residence, and as I waited for him to leave, I saw a woman. She was terrified, running for her life. It was Mia." Julian sat upright, his heart racing. "Mia? As in Alexa’s mother?" "Yes. She’s safe, for now. We’re at the Crystal Cove Hotel." Julian exhaled slowly, his mind spinning. "Stay there. Don’t let her leave. I’m coming." He ended the call, grabbing his jacket and heading out of his office. ---Meanwhile, Madame Melissa adjusted her wide-brimmed hat in front of the mirror, her fingers trembling slightly. Dante’s text played in her mind like a sinister echo. Make sure Alexa leaves the villa immediately. Don’t raise suspicion.”She composed herself, smoothing her dress, and forced a serene smile. There was no room for error. Moments later, she f

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