Laios X Marcille Novels & Stories

With the maid’s help, Alia began to learn about Livia’s life and those around her. The maid, whose name was Elise, had grown up with her and had even come with her to the castle upon her marriage. Loyal and attentive, Elise seemed like someone she could trust. Alia discovered from Elise that Marcellus, the master of the castle, was from one of Lancaster’s most influential families, controlling over half of the city’s energy resources—and possibly some hidden ventures as well. She also learned that her “father” was the ruler of Lancaster and that her marriage to Marcellus was a union of power between the two families.

"Well, we *have* to celebrate properly!" I chuckled. "I was just about to suggest that." Inside, Lily wasted no time pulling out a bottle of *Château Margaux*, one of the finest wines in our collection. "You’ve been holding onto this for a special occasion," I pointed out as she poured the deep red liquid into our glasses. "And what could be *more* special than this?" she said, handing me a glass. "To new beginnings!" I raised my glass. "To *winning*."

"Marc has withdrawn his warriors, claiming they were only offering assistance. But our scouts report increased activity at his borders." "He's preparing for the Conclave," Maison surmised. "Gathering his forces." "Yes," Alpha Logan confirmed. "And not just warriors. He's bringing political allies, nobles who benefit from his rule, anyone who might speak against Marabelle's claim." "Then we need allies too," I said, thinking aloud. "Lady Vivienne and the resistance are crucial, but would others support a Graystone return?" "More than you might think," Uncle Mateo replied. "The Eastern Territories have never recognised Marc's legitimacy. Alpha Elena has maintained diplomatic relations but refu

LIORA The club still smells of old wood, wax, and disillusionment. But tonight, a new perfume hangs in the air, almost palpable: that of pure greed. Élianor Hammond’s cream envelope, with its contemptuous purchase offer, is still on the table, like a scar. But we are no longer looking at it. Our eyes are turned toward another target, fresh prey that has just, without knowing it, thrown itself into the pen. “His name is Marcus,” Raphaël announces, his eyes gleaming with nervous excitement. “He arrived three days ago. He bought the Domaine des Saules.”

Five minutes later, both set down their glasses almost simultaneously. “Cheval Blanc 1947, Lafite 1869, Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon 1992, Lafite 1787, Margaux 1787, Romanee-Conti 1990, Margaux 2009," Darrell rattled off, casting a challenging glance at Sarah. “Now, bark! Or perhaps you'd like Renee’s assistance." Kristopher squinted his eyes.

"The data doesn't lie. Only people do." Mavric stepped closer, his obsidian eyes scanning her face. "Marcus has spent ten million dollars this morning bribing the Syndicate." "And you just bypassed the entire global supply chain in half an hour." He felt a surge of pure, unadulterated obsession. She wasn't just his partner anymore. She was his greatest asset. "I’ll have the jet ready in twenty minutes," Mavric said. "We’re going to Marseille." "No," Liora said, stopping him. "You go to Marseille. I have another move to make."

Paris answered gruffly, now at the bar area section as he asked, "Would you like to drink something?" "Red wine, do you have a bottle of Le Chapeau?" The amber eyed male didn't know if Marcos had asked that question to mock him or because he truly wanted it because a Le Chapeau bottle was truly one of the rarest and most expensive bottles in the world. Thank God he was a partner of the company that believed in having a bottle of it for good luck. "Yes." "Mhm," Marcos kept walking around, his arms folded, "I bet you've never brought anyone here before."

Marcellus hummed in agreement to Lyra's words,"are you saying we do a collaboration and have Leon model the items?" "Exactly! Not only would people know about their brands but they would also be more interested in what Mango have to offer. It's a win win situation for all of you." "This sounds like a very brilliant idea!" Henri chipped in excitedly. "Well then, let's celebrate to this new formed alliance." He clapped his hands and three scantily clad women trooped in with bottles of expensive wine bottles. ★★★★ For the next thirty minutes, Lyra stared at the men who'd been too busy with the women that had walked in. Marcellus had declined the women's entertainment, he just sat with Valentino

Since Liam offered to drive, Marcel and Lana took his car to visit the residence Liam had prepared for Marcel early in the morning the next day. Lana was rather surprised to find that the house was located near the Garrison Villa. The Garrison Villa was only a few meters drive up the mountain where both houses were built. The house Liam had purchased was not too big. However, it was built in beautiful, traditional Zanteles design. The part of the house Marcel liked the most was the yard, which boasted a view of the mountains. The green landscape and beautifully constructed fish pond in the yard were all plus points to Marcel.

His smile is still in place, but his tone has taken a predatory intensity. “My sincerest apologies. I’ll have my assistant send you a bottle of your favourite wine.” His eyes brighten at that. One thing about Lachlan, he loves his wine. “Good. I have a personal favourite.” “Do tell.” I lay out the documents for the meeting in front of me, all my attention attuned to his next words. “Opulentia Noir.” I freeze. Lachlan’s eyes darken slightly. “I wish I could have them both — the wine and the owner of the company. But I’ll settle for the wine.”