Novel & Cerita Anastasia Marie Novel

In fact, his hand was possessively curled around her waist in a way that screamed to back off. KYRA’s POV. Anastasia is old money, a model before she got married and an heiress or Russian princess literally, while her husband, Esteban Camaro who I think is the man holding her tight to his body as though she could be stolen at any moment is Spanish. Their kids are beautiful with silver eyes and sultry lips like their mom. I know her family like the back of my hand because I plan all their parties, even the silly tea party her seven year old daughter Ambrosia hosted. It was grand because they well, liked to show off their funds or loved doing everything the grand way.

I packed up my things eagerly, while a tear rolled down my cheek. I’m Anastasia Farrow a 26 year old independent woman, what can I say? I’m ambitious and I always stand for what is right. Even if I have to stand against my employer, I didn’t mind, so long as it was for the good of others. I am competent, precocious and excellent at whatever I do, I hate to fail at anything, mainly due to the failed marriage between my parents. They had gotten separated when I was 16, I was in high school and had to leave New York with my mum, and move to Europe, Ireland. Which was about 7 to 8 hours away, I had no way of going back to see my dad. “I guess I would have to find a more satisfying job,” I said t

And for the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel alone. She felt cherished. She felt seen. She felt his. ~~~~~ Anastasia stood at the edge of the resort’s private marina, her eyes locked on the distant guest house balcony. Her jaw tightened as she slid her phone back into her purse with controlled precision. “Are you sure you want to go through with this?” her assistant asked nervously, glancing around. “Just make sure the car is there on time,” Anastasia snapped, voice clipped and cold. “And make sure no one suspects a thing.”

“She doesn’t look like she’d be of much use. Besides, she already caused a loss.” My throat tightened. “I’m… Anastasia,” I forced out, my voice trembling. “My name is Anastasia.” A slow smirk curved the lips of the man in black. He stepped closer. Too close. “Pretty name,” he murmured. “But it tells us nothing.” His gun lifted. I flinched—and his smirk widened, like he enjoyed it. Then he closed the distance completely, pressing the cold barrel against my forehead. The metal burned against my skin. A shiver of pure dread slid down my spine.

Anastasia stood frozen, her face pale—but her eyes burned. _________________ || ANASTASIA’S POV || Edward’s words sliced through the hall like a blade. “Worthless,” he said, his eyes cold and merciless. “You’ll never compare to Anna. Never.” For a moment, the world seemed to tilt. The grand hall, the chandeliers, the marble beneath my feet—everything blurred, as if my body refused to accept the insult quietly. I tightened my fingers around the banister. “I didn’t ask for this marriage,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm rising inside my chest. “And I didn’t replace anyone.”

But my hands aren’t clean anymore. Rubbing my eyelid, I glanced at the little notebook Nik gave me. He wanted me to write down a list,things I wanted to experience with him. Things that would “ruin” me. Funny thing is, Anastasia’s already ruined. Nothing can break her again. But Skye? That version of me,the sweet, lost girl she pretends to be? She could still be broken. She could still be… ruined. The pen moved slowly across the page. “Fall in love with me and let me kill you.”

His touch is possessive, firm. "I’m going to the estate in the mountains tonight," he says, his tone dropping, becoming intimate and terrifying. "It’s far away from here. Quiet. Private." He pauses, his gaze raking over my body, stripping me bare without removing a single piece of clothing. "And I’ve decided I want you to be the one to keep me company." My mouth goes dry. "I... I don't..." "You don't have a choice, Anastasia," he cuts me off, a smirk playing on his lips. "You owe me a debt. And I intend to collect."

Anastasia said and cut the call. Anastasia was very excited to meet her best friend after 3 years. They both studied in the same college but their field of studies were different and after completing studies Anastasia joined an NGO and Lily got a job in multinational company in USA. Anastasia did her breakfast and went to her room for get ready for going to NGO as she didn’t went there for 4 days because of marriage. She took her purse and a scarf and made her way to downstairs. She told cook and maid that she will not be back in lunch time so they will not make her food.

"I'm talking about serious stuff, who dares to disturb me? Anastacia, I was polite to you in the past because I wanted to give you some face, but don't really think that you're some impressive person. Do you think that because you endorse La Novela perfume, you can really compete with me? Clearly, Natalia had vaguely heard the news about Anna going against her in the class. However, Anna was really too lazy to play such games with Natalia or get into an argument with a stupid person like her, and suddenly grabbed Natalia’s shoulder, pulling her aside. Natalia could not even avoid it, and was pulled aside like a little chick, and could only watch as Anna walked out. Too arrogant! "Anastacia,

She would stop pressuring me about marriage for a while and that alone was worth the money I was paying Anastasia. But the real satisfaction came from knowing that Lucas Crawley had lost her and I had won. Lucas spent four years of college making my life miserable. He knocked my books out of my hands and spread rumors about me and made sure everyone knew I was beneath him. Lucas stole Anastasia from me before I even had a chance. Now Anastasia was mine, even if it was just pretend. And when Lucas found out, which he would eventually, it would destroy him. That was the part I was looking forward to the most.