It has been made abundantly clear to me that you're all here for Marthe content. I shall not be the one to stand in your way and in fact feel that I must wholeheartedly encourage you in your endeavors. It is for this reason that I am once again a little tipsy and back on Wattpad to give the people what they want. I want to make obvious that this story does not in any way reflect Marthe Woertman's own personality, nor is it an accurate depiction of her as a person, it is just a story. I would apologize, but I think that we all know by now that I am not at all, even in the slightest, apologetic. I, once again, have not edited this at all. Wattpad says I'm droning again and is about to cut me off so summary will be the first chapter hah ALSO YES I DID INDEED CHANGE THE TITLE OF THIS STORY AFTER ALREADY PUBLISHING IT PLEASE DO NOT COME FOR ME AND MY UNREGULATED LOVE FOR WICKED

I'm once again back and crunker than ever with another story that nobody asked me to write. Once again, if you are Marthe Woertman, Shrek, or Harry Styles please go no further as it may be traumatizing to read yourself in this light. Again, I do not know anything about any of these people other than that their cheekbones really do be poppin. I would also like to state that I literally have not read the first book so there may be some inconsistencies between the two because I have absolutely no clue what I wrote. Once again, I did not actually proof read or edit this at all. I do not own Marthe or Shrek or Harry or really anything else. Harry Styles is still a villain. I have no idea how Shrek plays into this but I'm tagging it anyways. Marthe is just tall and good to look at. That is all. Enjoy! (and if you don't please don't tell me because it will hurt my feelings). Also s/o to the ...watermelon???... that sent me some Marth facts so I can be more accurate without mcstalking the poor woman. You a real one.

I'm sorry that I made you all cry, here's a small something to make up for it. (the prequel that nobody asked for). A disclaimer once again- the characters in this in no way reflect my own views, nor are their views based on any one particular person. I do not own Marthe Woertman, she is her own woman, and the Marthe Woertman in this story in no way correlates to her in terms of anything aside from looks. Hope you enjoy!

I was sad and listening to The One That Got Away by Katy Perry and I just kind of wrote this one-shot. It's sad I'm sorry... Marth and YN used to be hidden high school sweethearts, until YN's parents found out and made her stop seeing Marth, moving away for college, never to see Marth again. Years go by and a letter is delivered to YN, leaving her to wonder about her one that got away and how she wished she could go back in time.

Y/N always had a normal life, the craziest thing happened to her was when the neighbor's dog chased her once so she was used to her normal, stable life until the most extraordinary woman came out of nowhere and destroyed her rules, her understanding of the world. Marthe Woertman, heiress of Woertman companies and her family's underground business, in other words she is the daughter of a mafia boss, two completely different women's lives crash in an unexpected way. Will they be happy to meet each other? or Will it be a curse? This is a Marthe Woertman x reader fanfic which means you are the main character darling! Hope you enjoy it! Since this is a mafia, criminal story there'll be violence, torture, strong language so be aware. Y/N= Your Name Y/L/N= Your Last Name

I wrote this when I was drunk. The extent to which I was inebriated shall henceforth not be discussed. As an essential disclaimer, I do not own any of the characters, brands, places, or things discussed in this story. Of course, hopefully you already knew that one cannot own a human for a human is already owned by themselves. Although, if Marthe Woertman, Harry Styles, or Shrek do not own themselves I am entirely willing to campaign for their freedom. I am also deeply sorry to the above should they ever come across this literary masterpiece. Which would be tragic. A complete and utter disaster. Anyways this is a story about love of the not at all heterosexual variety. While there are disturbing mentions of previous heterosexuality it is not discussed at length or in detail. Also if you came to this story seeking Harry Styles or Shrek, while they are both key characters, it is mostly about Marthe Woertman and an entirely fictional girl who is simply pining for a hot, tall, dutch, Leo. I also wouldn't read this if you have any standards at all. I warn you, it is Hallmark Christmas Movie/Wattpad Fanfic crossover and simply should not exist. It is not rated mature because it does not have...y'know...the canoodling? the hickory dickory dock? the secret touchy thing? in it because it does not. I rated it that way because I did not, and I shall repeat, I did not proof read this at all. Also I don't really know anything about Marthe Woertman. Or Amsterdam. This will be wildly inaccurate in every respect. I just got crunk, was watching tiktoks, and I decided that I really like the woman's cheek bones and accent and astrological sign so the next time I got crunk I wrote an entire novel. Also Harry Styles and Shrek are both villains. Sorry.